My husband and I agreed to adopt a dog. This was followed by months of discussion. What type of dog would harmonize best with our two cats?
We settled on these dog requirements:
- It should be a puppy, so that it would learn early on to respect cats.
- It shouldn’t mature to larger than thirty pounds, so as not to overwhelm the cats.
- For the sake of our newly planted organic veggie garden, a female, a dog who squats rather than lifts its leg to urinate, would be best.
The list at the forefront of our minds, we rushed to the nearest pound.
After an hour of walking up and down aisles and aisles of sad eyes, we selected a pair!
The two Labrador mix puppies, a sister and a brother, were too adorable to split up.
What were we thinking?! Labrador-mix-anything is bound to grow at least fifty pounds! And two of them?! Even the shelter employee said we were crazy…
Cute, cute, cute! What puppy isn’t cuteness incarnate?!
Within a week, their heart-melting charm, was frozen over by their unbounded annoying-ness.
They trampled the garden, gnawed carpets, ate towels, and slobbered over everything.
They pounced the cats and barked at the people.
They chased away domestic bliss.
Enraged, the kitties soiled our bed and sofa multiple times. Our home stank of impossible to wash out angry-cat pee.
They made my husband laugh.
Gentleman dog taught himself to pee while squatting.