>> Thursday, December 10, 2009
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.
Nah. He doesn't like dogs at all.