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A Boy and His Dogs

>> 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. 

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! :)

Woodswoman Extraordinaire: 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!

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