I’ve been hankering to get a dog for months now. I had a dear kitty for seventeen years, and she passed away about two years ago. Last winter I started getting the pet bug again, but I ran into two obstacles. The husband and my youngest. The husband objects because he didn’t grow up with animals and just doesn’t understand. Oh, he loves animals, but doesn’t really get the whole “let’s get a dog” passion I have right now. And the other obstacle? My youngest, who is terrified of most dogs. My husband is convinced I’ll never get Matthew past the “NO DOGGY!” panic, but I’m no quitter and I know he’d love a dog if I could just get him past it, (besides all the research that shows how wonderful a dog is for a child with autism) so I got us a loaner dog.
Yes, a loaner dog. I knew I could crack both my problems with just a little help. And as it always is with life, when you need something . . . a week ago a friend asked me to look after her dog for a few days. Of course I jumped on the chance and said “yes.” So meet the best dog alive. Olive. She’s mellow, happy and loves, I mean ADORES kids. I hear the walls falling all around us. I mean who could resist such a sweet face?!
I have a feeling there will be four sad people on Saturday when goes home, but I’m pretty sure I’ll have won all the arguments by then.