Mr. Wright does not want a dog. He’s been saying that since we gave our last naughty dog away to people who were much better naughty dog owners.
Our poor sweet Emma just couldn’t help herself. She peed on the carpet. She ate entire 9×13 pans of fudge off of the table. She bolted EVERY time you opened the door. She chewed up, ate, and demolished anything in her path. She was a naughty Beagle that just needed way more attention and training than we could give her. We loved her dearly, but we knew our limits and gave her to a family who adored her.
Unfortunately, Mr. Wright has been Mr. Anti Dog since Emma lived at our house. He’s insisted that “we are not dog people and will never have another dog”. And every time he’s said it, I have said, “We will absolutely have another dog someday. When Blake is four.”
Blake turned four last Sunday.
This is Teek:
Teek is an eight week old Shih Tzu, weighs 1.5 pounds, and is the most darling lump of perfection that I have ever had the honor of carrying in my purse. We named him after an Ewok in Star Wars.
I know, right? I see a Halloween costume in his future.
And guess who fights with me about who gets Teek during the day? Yep, Mr. Anti Dog himself. He’s hopelessly smitten by the lump of perfection. People, he has conversations with him. He loves the dog as much as the boys and I do and he’s not even afraid to admit it.
I know there’s a lesson in here somewhere. It could be that you should never give up on your dreams. But more likely it’s that if you want a puppy you should just bring it home and deal with the consequences later.
May the force be with you.