Last week some friends needed us to walk their dogs for them. The timing was a little spooky. I’ve been teasing Steve recently about wanting to get a dog – I was half-serious. Sometimes it takes Steve awhile to digest some of my crazy ideas, so I propose them as soon as I have them, whether or not I’m ready to implement them myself. Steve suggested I put up a flyer in our neighbourhood offering to walk people’s dogs – I’d been wanting to go on daily walks/runs and I love animals. It was a thoughtful and perfect suggestion. So a couple days later when our friends called asking us to walk their dogs, of course we were happy to help out, and slightly weirded out by the timing. I say “we”, but I knew from the get-go that Steve wasn’t going to be comfortable with these dogs. He’s not comfortable with any dogs, but especially not dogs who are on-guard because almost-strangers are walking into their house when their owners aren’t home. I’ve always been comfortable around dogs, even having not grown up with them until we got our first dog when I was in grade 8 or 9. But I was a little nervous myself about going in to the house for the first time. It was still a team effort because Steve waited out in the car in the drive-way, ready to come help if I needed it. But the dogs and I worked it out and soon they were all over me, wanting to be let out.
Last week was a nice reminder of why I’m a cat person and why, in my heart of hearts, I don’t really want to be a dog owner just yet (perhaps never). I love all animals, so it’s easy for me to imagine bringing another one into our lives, but a dog just isn’t the right fit for us. I had to drag my butt out of bed to get those dogs out for fresh air early in the morning – and that was just two days in a row. Real dog owners have to do that every day! Dogs don’t care if you stayed up until 2am with friends and have red-wine head in the morning. Dogs don’t care if it’s pouring rain and freezing outside. They need their routine. And since Steve and I work from home, we set our own schedule, and waking up early is just not a part of that. Routine? What’s that?
Also, dogs are pretty gross. They slobber on everything, especially you. And they smell! If they come across something disgusting on the ground, they not only don’t turn their nose up at it, they stick their sniffers right in it, maybe even taste it, and then proceed to roll around in it! And then lick you!
So, while I love dogs, I just can’t picture one bumbling around our home. But if you need someone to come over and walk your dogs – I’m your gal! Unless it’s first thing in the morning 😉