I swore we weren’t going to have another dog until we were completely done with diapers. A different kind of pet, maybe. Though we never seemed to find one that felt “right” so we remained pet-free.
Jeremy and I love dogs and the kids, particularly the 12 year old Storyteller, have been begging for a dog. I remained steadfast: absolutely no dog until we have no more diapers.
(holy freaking crap! As I write this the dog just scampered across
The floor to catapult herself onto the loveseat to peer out the window at some sound she heard but misjudged and landed on my computer resulting in a release about the stupid dog. Just keeping it real, as always.)
Obviously, I caved. So did Jeremy, in my defense. It was a combination of timing, weakness for dogs, children with bleeding hearts and pleading eyes, and a sweet woman with a cause that aligned with our passions but gone too often to give her dog the attention and space she deserved. One nondescript day we were at the park for art class and met a lady with a sweet almost 2 year old dog named Harriet Tubman in honor of the slavery fighting work of her nonprofit that pulls girls out of local sex trafficking rings (check out Elijah Rising) and the next day we had a dog. And 6 incredibly delighted children.
And yes, we still have one in diapers.
Harriet has been a wonderful addition to our family. She’sone of us, one of the girls. Patient but full of energy, she tolerates all the love showered on her quite well and quickly became protective of her new home. The love and loyalty is mutual and the girls have a new best friend.
Do you have a family pet? Why or why not? Did you while growing up?