I had to convince my hubby to get the one that we have and am now working on him for a second one. Poor hubby feels like I have dumped all the responsibility for the one we have on him since he is retired and home all day and I work full-time. But I think it would be so much easier for our little girl to be home by herself if she had a sister to keep her company. Hubby doesn't agree.
The way I convinced him to get our furbaby who is 8 mos. old now wasn't very mature (especially for someone my age). I had invited my grown kids to come to Christmas dinner a good month and a half before Christmas. They are the only family we have in our area. My husband was a single child and my sister lives 5 hours away by car. Well, my son turned me down, without ever having mentioned that they wouldn't be available prior to this. Now that may not seem like a big deal, but I have to add that I was flat on my back for 4 months over the summer and fall due to a nerve injury, so I had not been able to have our kids over to our house and hostess anything for over a half-year and the prior year it had been discovered that I had a blood clot which nearly got to my lungs and could have killed me. I thought that Christmas, I would do a bang-up job and celebrate getting over a very debilitating injury by cooking Christmas dinner. I had written both my kids my reasons and my hopes and really poured out my heart in an email, but all I got from my son was that he and his wife wouldn't be available for dinner. They were going to his in-laws. I cried and my husband called him and told him I was very upset, and my son wouldn't budge. My husband put me on the phone and I literally begged him to just make a couple of hours available anytime from afternoon to evening to come over for dinner. But he still would not budge. They were spending the entire day with his in-laws. I was feeling very emotional and could not hold back my tears. My son just got angry with me for putting him on the spot.
Anyway, after that fiasco, I was extreeeeemely depressed for days and days, and cried on and off. Then a lightbulb went off in my head. I had wanted a Yorkie for two years, but had never been able to convince my hubby. So I found a Yorkie in the paper for sale and showed it to my hubby and explained how happy this would make me, if he bought it for me for Christmas. By this time, he was desperate to find a way to pull me out of my depression, so he immediately agreed. We had to drive 1&1/2 hours away in a snow storm to get her, but it was all worth it. I did not care at all if no one came for Christmas. My son's step-daughter wanted to come over to spend time with our puppy, but they had burned that bridge. However, my daughter did come over with her husband. It was a great Christmas.
Sorry this post is so long, but it boils down to, if you really want another puppy, I advise you to let your husband know how unhappy you are about not having children and how this would make you feel like you have a real family. Let him know how important it is to you. Don't be afraid to show your true emotions. |