Monday, April 13, 2015

to be or not

To be, or not to be: that is the question: 
Whether ‘tis nobler in the mind to sufferThe slings and arrows of outrageous lack,Or to take arms against the house’s shortage of pets,And by opposing end the outcasted dogs denial.To die: to sleep; will no more dogs will crossThe threshold of this esteemed domicile.And by sleep we say twill mend the heartache and theThousand natural shocks that flesh is heir toWhen no dog companion has breeched the redoubt. To die, to sleep; to sleep perchance to dream. Ay, there’s the rub. For in that sleep what dreams may come of Puppies grown to stalwart companions, of unfathomed Love granted us as we shuffle off this mortal coil, mustGive us pause. Though we reason endlessly andEmotionally, both yea and nay, we have yet to defeat The stabbing thrusts of doubt. The question asked of usAnd Hamlet remains unanswered: to be or not to be a pet owner; that is the question. (with apologies to Wm Shakespeare)

We have been arguing (In a nice way) for the past month or so whether we should add a dog to our household. We’ve gone so far as to contact breeders of Goldendoodles, our first choice of canine companionship, and visited the Humane Society to look for likely candidates, but have so far come up still unsure if this is the right thing to do. The arguments go something like this: 

AMe: “A dog is a huge responsibility”
Her: “They’re so cute.”
Me: “it will have to be trained.”
Her: “They’re so cute.”
Me: “ They have to be fed and exercised.”
Her: “Aren’t they cute?”
Me: “ And don’t forget the mess they can make in the house.”
Her: “There’s a really cute one.”
Me: “Who’s going t clean up all the dog shit in the yard.”
Her: “ Cute, cute, cute.”
nd etc.,etc.,etc. So it goes.

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