 Don The Dog Hater
Ayuh. He never had a puppy or a dog growing up and was unhappy that I came to him with my dog (dachshund X poodle) when we met in 1998. But I told him "Love me, love my dog." As Pogo got older, I told him I wanted to get a puppy for Pogo to mentor, since Pogo was the perfect gentleman. Don The Dog Hater said that when Pogo died there would be no more dogs. I told him I wouldn't live life without a dog. He told me that my dog and could live elsewhere. I said "Fine with me!".
But our anniversary and my birthday were coming up. And I kept asking for a puppy, thinking I would like a pug. One day the Dog Hater said, out of the blue, "Okay, you can get a puppy, but it HAS to be a Yorkie!" I told him that a terrier might not be a great choice for a Dog Hater. Lots of energy, in your face attitudes, etc. But he said "Yorkie or nothing, even though I especially don't like frou frou dogs."
Guess who are best buds? Guess who is spoiled rotten by The Dog Hater? Guess who now looks at me and says "Never make me choose between you and Higgins?" The man has come to me with TEARS in his eyes thanking me for bringing this little "person" into his life.
Observation: Have you noticed that the more "manly" the man, the smaller the dog? Sign of a self assured male.
Note: My beloved Pogo was a wonderful mentor to Higgins before he died of cancer at age 14. |