I cannot believe what I agreed to this past weekend.
It all started a few weeks ago.
My husband says: "I have an idea. But I don't want to tell you because you're going to think it's crazy."
Me: You want to move????
Me: You want another BABY???
Hubs: "Well, along those lines...."
Oh, Lord have mercy.........
You guessed it.......
Isn't three kids enough???
Here's the problem. I am not, Not, NOT, NOT an animal person.
My mother raised me to think I would get rabies from touching a bird feather.
(and I am SO not joking.)
If I come to your house, and you have a dog, I will smile and exclaim how cute and sweet he is.
And, I will be lying.
I don't like your dog. Or your cat, or your stinky hamster that I smell from downstairs.
The fact that both of my girls not only want to be vets, but ride horses every week is hard enough. They have been begging their whole gosh-dern LIFE for a dog.
(I will NOT mention the fact that we got a puppy a few years ago and GAVE HIM AWAY a few months later because he was such an idiot.......)
(Animal lovers, please just let that comment pass........)
Back to the story.
After Ryan picked me up off the floor, and gave me glass of water, I listed to his explanation.
He wanted to do something really WOW for the kids.
Yep, that's WOW, all right.
Here's where the problem comes in.
My ladies group is doing a book on marriage. We've been talking about things we can do to bless our hubbys.
Could my husband have asked for a clean house, a back rub, a nice dinner? Lingerie?
No, he wants a stinkin' dog.
And I obliged.
After looking for the perfect dog for a few weeks, we adopted a sweet, 5 yr old dachshund/chihuahua mix named Chaz. Ryan surprised the girls on Saturday, and an hour after we told them, he was delivered. He's so quiet, and he snuggles all day. I have to admit, he's not that bad.
Actually, I kinda like having him around.
So on Tuesday morning, when my friends are talking about the new recipe they fixed for their man, I will show a picture of a canine......
Who woulda thunk it????