Tuesday, February 3, 2009
I Me Mine
Normally I can pull off the whole selflessness thing, but I have to draw the line somewhere. Puppies. Puppies are where I draw the line.
Puppies are cuddly. Puppies are sweet. They're never nasty or mean. I'd give a home to all the lost puppies, if ever one day I was queeeeeeeeeeen(shameless Veggie Tales plug-sorry).
Do I love them? Yes. Do I want them? You know it! Can my husband and I agree on a breed of puppy? Absolutely not.
When I mention a weimaraner, he wants a great pyrenees. When I talk about a weenie dog, he brings up burmese mountain dogs. The moment I said bull terrier, he started talking about yorkies. When I said I needed a bull terrier, and by golly I mean to have one, he flat out said no.
No? Excuse me?! You said what, Mr. Head of Household?
Flabbergasted as I was, I had to admit that we would most likely never have anything other than stray mutts. I've always taken in orphans that someone else tossed out on their little fuzzy butts. I guess because they stepped up from compact to mid-size? I don't know.
Whatever the reason, they've all been perfectly wonderful. I'm happy with my rag-a-muffins, I am. Chewie and Nermal are sweeties, but I'm keeping hope alive for a puppy.
I have never had one. Ever! I just know I'll never get one unless I buy it(not from some horrid puppy mill either). If I'm ever able to live with myself for passing up a shelter dog, it'll be for a bully.
Do you see that mug up there?! Do you? It's the cutest thing I've ever seen?!
I have loved them since I was a wee bairn! Okay, maybe not that wee, but I was pretty little. My mom tended bar, and when I first set eyes on that Spudz Mackenzie poster over the pool table, it was love at first sight.
Oh, and Frankenweenie?! In love!! Tim Burton and this funky mug of a dog won my heart at an early age.
Everything I've read about them says that they're hilarious and crazy smart. They are animated and love to be the center of attention. I can so handle that! Besides, if you try your hand at not giving them the attention they require, I'm thinking they'll probably eat your house.
I'm also thinking that maybe eleven or twelve years from now, when my girls are gone, I want a bull terrier pup. I will convince Todd, and he will love our little egg head.
So, what's your favorite breed of dog?