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Wednesday, December 14, 2011

When Saying Nothing Means "Yes"

Victory is mine. Mine! All MINE!

How, you ask?

Because of the newest member of our family.


This is Matilda. She was our rent-to-own dog. And now? She's mine.

I've had a dog for nearly my entire life, along with a hamster, an assortment of birds, and even a lizard. The Man has never had a pet of any kind. Not even a goldfish. So the thought of having a dog is not a pleasant one for him. But I wanted one. The kids wanted one. Then one of my friends had to find a new home for her dog and it seemed the perfect opportunity.


We'd keep the dog for two weeks, long enough for the novelty to wear off and the real responsibility to set in. The kids and I would share the task of taking her outside for walks (we don't have a fenced backyard) a few times a day, always cleaning up after her. Since she's an indoor dog, she'd need a bath once a week. Her food dish and water bowl would need to be filled daily. It was a lot of duties. There was also the condition that if the dog wasn't what we could handle,  she would be sent back, even we only had her a few days.


After the first week, when everything went well and the kids were completely enamored, I started pleading our case to the Man. Matilda is a mini Schnauzer and she doesn't shed. She's pretty good at letting us know if she needs to go outside. When we're not home, she stays in her kennel. At night, she goes to bed shortly after the kids and sleeps in the Boy's room (the Man rarely needs to interact with her). She doesn't chew on things. She doesn't drool or beg. All she asks is that we give her plenty of affection (and that whenever I sit down, she gets first dibs on my lap). Plus, all of her gear and supplies were free. She is a really good dog.

The Man said nothing. As Thanksgiving - and the end of the two weeks - approached, he started walking away whenever the topic of the dog came up. Since he wasn't saying no, I took that as a yes. Matilda now wears a new collar with a new tag, featuring my information as her owner. The kids are very good about taking care of her and she is constantly within a three-foot radius of me (except when the Man gets there first).

Sometimes, it's just better to ask forgiveness instead of permission.

12 comments:

Kristina P. said...

So cute! Our new little bulldog is so loud with his snoring, we can't keep him in our bedroom at night. He sure is cute though!

Chell said...

What a total sweetie!!

Janell said...

What a pretty puppy!

Janell said...

What a pretty puppy!

Christine Rains said...

Gorgeous and sweet dog!

Nat said...

Hooray! Congratulations!

Mary said...

What a cutie pie! Even when my dog frives me crazy, I can't imagine life without him! I had the same dog from age 2-16, and the hubby agreed to let me get a dog when he was deploying for the 2nd time. The boys are now starting to really interact with him. I'm a firm beleiver that pets are part of the family! Good choice!

Jillybean said...

Such a cute puppy! I bet the kids are loving it.
Last week I got this crazy idea that I wanted a dog, one of those yappy little fashion accessory dogs that I can carry around in a bedazzled purse.
It was the kids that pointed out the flaws in my plan. They said I can't get a dog because 1) Someone might step on it because it is so small 2) It will poop on our new carpet 3) my husband is allergic.

Since when did my kids become so practical?

Queenie Jeannie said...

Awesome!!! Enjoy your new furbaby!!! And yes, I'm all about the NOT asking for permission thing too!

Happy wife = happy life!

Karen Peterson said...

What a cutie!

You're right. Sometimes a "no" is really a "yes."

Karen Peterson said...

Yeah, I meant sometimes "not a No" means "yes." I need a vacation.

Miss Angie said...

She's cute! :)

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