So next weekend I get to go and pick up my new little pug to bring home and spoil rotten, and I can't wait. I'm not really looking forward to dealing with my parents about her but oh well. I'm 26, yes we do live in their house but we pay bills here, almost all the bills, and help out around the house. So do I feel that it should be up to them if and when I get a new dog. No I don't. My mom and I had made an agreement about me getting a new dog and I have kept up my end of the agreement, by cooking more meals, cleaning more upstairs, and keeping the downstairs cleaned up better. But according to her no I have not. Oh well, Pat is standing behind me 100% that I have kept up my end of the deal on all of this. Pat also said that if they have that much of a problem with Daisy then we will just move out and get a place of our own.
It was one year last November that I had to put my baby down, my baby boy Rebel. He was only 5 when he left. It was a horrible horrible accident that happened and I don't blame anyone for his death. I miss him so much every day. I find myself thinking about him a lot sometimes. He was such a little brat to say the least about that little dog. He has so much personality it's not even funny. He would follow anyone who was brushing their teeth and growl at them. Why, I have no idea, but that's what he did.
One time he was mad at Pat for some reason or another, and when Pat went to take him outside to go to the bathroom Rebel came over and hiked his leg on Pat's leg. Another time we had brought home an English Bulldog that we had rescued from a very bad situation. We Rebel was not very happy about Meatball in the house, in his house. So he hiked his leg on Pat's pillow one night. Another time I was sitting in bed reading with the comforter bunched up next to me, and he jumped up on the bed, looked at me, then hiked his leg on the comforter that was right next to me. Yes it sucked to clean up after him all the time with his little temper tantrums, but that is what made Rebel Rebel. Yes he was a little turd but I loved that little turd with all my heart. He was always there for me no matter how many times I had to get after him for peeing in the house, or growling at me for no reason. He always loved me. And I always loved him.
It's odd how something so small and hairy can steal your heart away the second you lay eyes on them. He was like one of my children, well before I had kids he was my kid. I may have not given birth to him (thank goodness lol that would be one ugly baby) but just like my kids that I did give birth to, I loved him the moment I saw him. I love my kids the moment I knew I was pregnant with them. And even more love for them when I saw them for that first time.
Some people are not animal people, and I just don't get that. I guess it's the same as people who do not want to have kids. I can't even wrap my head around that. I have always wanted kids, I can't remember a time when I did not want to be a mom when I grew up. I know to each his or her own, but for me, I love kids and I love animals. I can't ever picture my life with out them. I know that someday my kids will grow up and move out and start lives of their own, but at least I will still have my animals to help with the empty nest. Then someday (a very very very long time from now) I will have grand-kids to play with and spoil all over again. (Again a very very very very long time from now :)
