I've had an awful case of puppy fever the last few days. I took this:
Breed Selector Quizand it came back that I should get a Newfoundland, a Saint Bernard, or a Landseer (never heard of that breed before). Obviously, I like huge dogs. I think of them as big, friendly bears that laze around your house. Love 'em.
Kevin and I have tried to get a dog twice already. The first time, we actually had a 4-year-old Great Pyrenees at our house for a few days and then gave her back (No worries - she came from a good home and went back to a good home. They just had one more dog than they really wanted and thought that if we could take her, that would help them out). Then, we tried to adopt a mixed breed puppy (part Newfoundland) through a rescue service here in Fort Wayne. We filled out the extensive application, met it, and turned it down (again, puppy was fine - adopted soon after we said no).
Both times, we had mini panic attacks at the thought of having a dog for the rest of its life. What is our problem, exactly? I LOVE dogs - almost nothing makes me happier than getting to spend time with one. But when it comes down to actually committing, I can't do it.
We talked for a long time yesterday about adopting. It would probably work well for us right now - our apartment is dog-friendly and has a fenced backyard, Kelly has Lucy to keep it company, and we'll probably be spending most of our time either in Chicago or at our house in Fort Wayne, both good places for a dog. But I just don't think we can do it yet.
Did anyone else feel like this before getting a dog? It seems like it's so easy for the rest of the world...