“Love, hell. That damn stuff stinks.”
Quote by my Great-Aunt Dot Miller
When we lost our dog, Nick, I didn’t know if I would be able to ever (1) get over his loss or (2) welcome another dog into my life.
But as time passed, I really started to miss having a dog around. Of course, I missed Nick specifically, but I also just missed having a little ball of love around, the noise of nails clicking on the floor, of having something that I could talk to, etc. And as a couple of hard personal events took place earlier this year, including a big fight with depression, I really missed having a dog that I could just pet at the end of a hard day.
Matt wasn’t nearly as keen as I was on getting another dog. In fact, he really just didn’t want one.
And marriage is about compromise and give and take. I could never bring an animal into a house where Matt wasn’t full on board. A dog totally changes your lifestyle. It would have been wrong to ask him to change his life because I wanted a dog.
But Matt loves me and saw how often I would look at dog adoption sites. And talk about dogs. And draw dogs. So, last week, Matt started looking at dogs for adoption and found the little cuties that we just adopted.
He not only found them, he encouraged me to meet Ray. He told me that two dogs would be ok when we found out that Ray and Reynolds were dumped together and were best friends. He kept reassuring me that he would welcome them with open arms.
As we now have dogs in our house for the first time in over a year, we also are dealing with potty accidents in the house and the smell of dog. And we clean up pee with vinegar and water and look at each other and talk about what sweethearts these two little monsters are.
Yes, love, that damn stuff, does stink. Right now, it smells like dog and vinegar and water. And that’s the smell of a husband who understood exactly how important a four-legged little fur-ball was to me.