This is a guest post from my friend Kari, I know my last guest post was from another Karri... those really are my only two friends with that name ;)
Anyhow- Kari works with Jeff, which is how we've become friends. She is really funny and a lot of fun to hangout with. She is recently married and I am always telling her she should have kids. She says she just isn't ready yet... whatever ;) So here is her most recent story which I told her she had to write as a blog post for me. I hope you enjoy it!
My husband has been on my case for a while (and I’m talking at least two years) about having children. In his mind, we are going to “grow an army.” Ha, yeah, as soon as HE starts carrying and popping them out! However, I am just not ready- I mean, I’m still young! Me? Pregnant? I’ve still got life to live before I am completely responsible for another person! So the alternative that he provided me was: get pregnant, or he is getting a puppy. I laughed and basically said no way. We are talking about my husband here, who has a “want” list that is bigger than an eight year-old’s Christmas and birthday lists combined. This list has some pretty hefty things on it such as a boat, jet skis, motorcycle, and many other various man toys that I’d rather not waste space writing about. Thank God, none of these items have been purchased, so I brushed the whole puppy thing aside.
Randomly one day he informed that “our puppies were born today!” What puppies!? Wait, what!?? Rottweiler puppies. There is one male in the litter, so guess who wants it? "Oh no, you ARE NOT bringing home a puppy. You better not do it. I will be SO mad at you, I REFUSE to take care of it, and it BETTER not chew ANYTHING of mine!" And this is how the conversation argument went on for a while- we obviously did not see eye to eye on this. I went to bed and forgot about it, telling myself that he wouldn’t do that to me, after I clearly stated how I felt about it and would react.
Weeks went by and I didn’t hear a peep from him about the puppy. I figured he came to his senses and knew better than to bring a puppy home. Maybe I should explain why I am so against this:
Well, two weeks ago, my husband gets home from work, with a little black/ brown furry animal in his arms. NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It was the male, seven weeks old, and he was indefinitely going to have his new home within ours. What is wrong with men?! He actually thought I’d be excited and probably assumed I’d fall in love once I saw the puppy…. um, NO! I told him not to do it and warned him about how mad I would be. I’m not really sure how he convinced himself I would be ok with this. What part of NO did he not understand? (Seriously, I sound like a mother scolding her child.) Either way, I cannot begin to comprehend a man’s thought process when they make decisions that their wives are completely against. I’m sure there are far worse or more expensive things he could have brought home, but at least those things could have been parked or placed in the garage and wouldn’t need constant supervision.
After four days of not speaking to my husband or touching the pup, I started to give in and found it harder to resist the little guy (it wasn’t so hard to resist my husband- after all, the PUPPY didn’t do anything wrong!). What choice did I have- there was no way he was going to return the dog. Worst part, my husband insisted on calling this dog “Dozer” because he thought it was soooo cool since he is a heavy equipment operator and this dog will “doze things over” just like him at work! GAG. My response? Since I apparently had ZERO say in his decision with this dog, I INSISTED that I have a say in giving him a better name. With the struggle we had in agreeing on a name, you would have thought we were trying to name our first born (which, by the way, will be a LONG time from now!) but ended up settling on Ryder.
Now we have a puppy that has actually turned out to be pretty smart, and he has yet to destroy anything in the house (I should probably go knock on wood for that comment). My husband takes him to work every day and keeps him in the back of his truck and lets him run around during his breaks, which seems to be working out well and apparently raises morale for all his co-workers. Now our Golden Retriever always has someone to play with, so they pretty much entertain themselves. And I must admit, I do have my fair share of laughs at this silly pup, and love to cuddle with him at the end of the day! When I do get annoyed, I remind myself of the alternative…. baby or puppy? I’ll take the puppy.