A Boy and His Dogs

Something like 8 years ago, when I first tried to convince my husband that we needed to get a dog, he was less than enthused. "Honey, I'm a cat person," he'd say. "Can't we just make do with the cat?"

There's no denying he's a cat person. He definitely shares a bond with the feline members of our household.

But this was a guy who grew up with a profoundly stupid black lab named Bow who worshiped him and followed him everywhere he went. As he was home schooled, I really mean everywhere. They spent 24/7 together, except for the few moments during the day in winter when Bow slept under (yes, I really mean under) the hot wood stove.

So I knew deep down my husband was a dog person, too. I just needed to encourage him a little.

I think the following photos depicting a standard winter evening in our house pretty much tell the story of just how much he isn't into dogs.

The hounds discover there's a man down at their level:

And come in for a lick fest:

There's a pause for slime removal:

And the fun begins again:

Nah. He doesn't like dogs at all.

3 comments:

Sneaksleep December 11, 2009 at 9:05 AM: Well, at least as far as pets go, I think here is proof positive that people can change their attitudes about things. My husband wasn't a cat person when we met, either, and now we have two, whom he sometimes greets before me when he comes home.
Ellen Rathbone December 11, 2009 at 11:37 AM: Look! The doggies have jammies! :)
Holly December 11, 2009 at 12:35 PM: LN, re: jammies, pathetic, isn't it? Our old dog was a Bernese Mountain dog/Border collie mix, and could happily sit in a snowbank for hours. These two nuts just spend the winter shivering and trying to roast themselves alive in front of the fire. I feel ridiculous having dogs that need a wardrobe!