Today was a reaffirmation that Jackson needs a dog. Well, maybe it's just that I need a dog, and I'm pretending that Jack actually has a strong desire to have 4 legged animals invade his space. When Jackson was first born, I googled "apartment dogs + kid friendly" and ended up with the perfect match for us. It was an English Bulldog. I loved this dog at first sight and wanted one immediately. Mike would not even entertain talking about it, much less conceding. So, I devised a sneaky plan. I stopped bothering him with useless babble about the dogs profile and stats, and all the wonderful comments from owners of the breed. Instead, I did the most obvious next step that any woman will do when her husband won't budge. I photocopied a hundred pictures, in ranges of sizes from poster to miniature, of the most adorable English Bulldog that I ever set eyes on . . . and hid them everywhere Mike would look. Each picture had a special phrase attached, such as "Look at me Daddy! Aren't I precious?" Inside the laptop, on his dashboard, bathroom mirror, pillowcase, toilet seat cover . . .
I think it could have worked. But, after further investigation, this type of dog costs a mere fortune due to one little issue. Because the dog's nose is so smooshed, there is some problem with the delivery of this breed and their ability to breathe. So, they must be surgically removed by c-section. Hence the 5,000 dollar price tag. Ouch. So, my dream died there, and I sadly recycled my photos throughout our condo.
But, today, Jackson revived my dream of having a dog, because of news at daycare. Jack's teacher was eager to tell me how great he was with the puppy that was brought into school today. He adored the dog. He was so gentle with it and softly pet it . . . Once we have a yard, a dog is a given. For now, I can dream, but it's nice to know that Jack is a dog lover too!
