Every boy needs a dog, right? Ugh. I really suffer major guilt in this department. The Boy loves animals. I mean LOVES animals. Sometimes I think it’s the real reason he is always so thrilled to go to his dad’s house. His dad has a dog and two cats (and apparently the girlfriend has a roomful of birds?)… Whatever. The point is that I have nothing. We rent our house, and I am allergic to cats. We have a fish pond which didn’t have any fish in it this year, because I just didn’t have the energy for it, and that’s as close as we got. Well, no. That’s not true. The Boy came home from the school’s carnival (with Fantastic Babysitter) with a fish that he won — it lasted about 2 weeks. And we attempted to have a miniature schnauzer a few years ago, because I had the best dog ever growing up, who was also a mini schnauzer. We ended up re-homing this one with a friend of a friend because I just couldn’t handle it all (fleas, biting, escaping) – too much for me as a single mom to a kid with special needs. You wanna talk about guilt? Bleh.
We had cats when I was still married. We had dogs, too. By the time we divorced, they had all passed away, but The Boy remembers them fondly. He still struggles with not having pets.
Recently, a stray cat has come around our house to hang out on the weekends. I always intend to call the city, but they aren’t open on the weekends, and by the time Monday rolls around, the cat is gone, and I realize the futility. The Boy will sit outside for hours watching the cat, and sometimes petting gently. They get along well. And I feel bad.
Last weekend, The Boy spent a couple of days with Fantastic Babysitter who also has a love (and a knack) for animals. She has three dogs, a rabbit, an evil hamster, and I’m not sure what else. And The Boy fell in love with all of them, but especially one of her dogs. When FB brought him home, she commented that he needs a dog.
I know it. I’ve seen it. But I’ve also seen him with the wrong dog, and it’s so hard to find the right one. And The Man isn’t too keen on having any more pets, and frankly, I’m not either, and oh… What will we do?
We’ll think on it some more until we come up with something…