Things are getting crazy around here. Lately I have been thinking quite a bit about how I wish Wizzy and I would have had a fourth baby. I’ve said it before, but I always wanted four kids and I still do. Wizz is no longer capable of producing offspring, so another baby ain’t happening. I’ve decided a puppy can take the place of a human child. Not just any puppy though, what I really want is a Bernese Mountain Dog, like our buddy Bere that we dog sat this summer.
I have spent the last week convincing Wizz that he owes me this. I’m selling him on getting one for the kids for Christmas. However, it turns out finding a Bernese puppy, or Berners as enthusiasts call them, is harder than I anticipated. I’ve been researching breeders, it is mission critical I choose the right one, which isn’t as easy as I thought it would be. Why does the universe try to put up obstacles like this. The thing about Leigh and I, Leigh even more so, is that when we decide on something, we want it to happen yesterday. Now I am spending my days surfing the net looking for reputable breeders and staring at pictures like this:
Are you kidding me.
Another dilemma is that these bad boys are not just a couple hundo, more like a few thou. Not only am I trying to get Wizzy warmed up to having a dog around this joint, but also trying to get him off his wallet. Leigh and I think we have come up with a solution. I need to make this into a business venture and start showing dogs. Next stop the Westminster Kennel Club. The first thing that excited us about the prospect is me galloping around an arena in a pair of “comfort pumps”. Then we realized I will need lessons and training sessions on how to properly gallop with a dog. We told Wizz about our idea, he told me I can’t hack it, that I’m not “show quality”.
What do you think, is it time for me to get a dog?