Three weeks ago I started my job and got the flu on my first day. I spent the rest of the week with a fever, feeling terrible and trying to get over it because, really, no one tries to keep the flu. They just don't. Friday morning, still recovering from a fever and refusing to wear anything other than jammies, I staggered down the stairs and promptly made my bed on the couch. At least I left my room, right. Anthony came downstairs, looks at me and says, "Let's get a pig!" Seriously, husband. I don't have time for this. I have a fever. I just want to go back to sleep.
"No."
And then it continues, "Let's get a pig. A micro mini pig. They stay small... how cool would that be to have a little pig...let's get a pig."
"...No."
"No, they stay small."
"No."
This goes on. Some how he ended up going on the internet to do research on getting a micro mini pig. In all seriousness, he was probably doing legitimate research on where to get a pig, how much they cost, what they eat, etc. We're impulsive people. Pets are not excluded from the list of things we tend to be impulsive on. I should make a list of things we are impulsive on...okay, moving on.
"Oh. They can't actually guarantee they stay small. They can get up to 50-100 pounds."
"NO. There will NOT be a pig in my house." Again, let's not forget now that I have a fever.
"We should get a dog."
"ugh..nooooooo." And so it continues until my love left for work. I spent the rest of the day on the couch, feeling quite awful with random, small conversations with Anthony throughout the day involving this dog issue. And then there was a period of time where there was silence, he was working, I had a fever - there was no communication and then it came to me (and this is probably the entire reason why we now have a dog)... if I go along with this, he will realize this is a bad idea. If I just submit to this, it will totally work as reverse psychology. So still having a fever, I called my husband and told him that we should go look at puppies when he gets home. And we did. We went to a pet shop and looked at the dogs and determined that they were all way TOO expensive and that we shouldn't get a dog....well, I thought it meant we shouldn't get a dog. Apparently it just meant that we shouldn't get a dog from a pet store.
I wake up on Saturday and before Anthony leaves for work he tells me that I have one job. "Find me a Goldendoodle in this price range..." hah. Honestly, I didn't think it was going to happen. I've shown dogs, I've known breeders, I bought a dog before. The price range was pretty much impossible. It was awesome we weren't getting a dog. I researched breeders in the area, found numbers, called and texted, and got no responses...that is, until I got a response.
As we were talking, the breeder quoted me based on my California area code and them needed to deliver the dog (they don't ship) to California. When I told her that we were in her area, she dropped the price. She dropped the price to the exact number that Anthony had told me. And we could go look at him that night.
So...a few hours later, we got in the car and drove an hour to look at this puppy. And then we came home with him.
Well, we went to Target first because we now had a dog and nothing for the dog. So I waited in the car while Anthony got the basics: food/water bowl, food, a toy, puppy shampoo (which we think the puppy is allergic to), a collar and a leash. We called my in-laws to pick up a crate, as Target apparently doesn't carry them for impulsive people like us. So now we have a dog. And then Anthony decided to go on a business trip THE NEXT day. Seriously. We had the dog for about 18 hours and then he went on a business trip. Thankfully, that won't happen again...EVER.
But anyways, the bunnies are mad about this. They're like REALLY mad about this. We've had to rearrange the living situations for the moment. The bunnies have been moved to the other side of our baby gate.. into the room we've been trying to keep them out of. They are in the room that is the reason we got the baby gate in the first place. This is ridiculous. But we're hopeful that we can train the puppy to be with the bunnies and not hurt them. Because really, Charger is a sweetheart. He's crazy. He drives me nuts, but then he's so mellow and sweet.
And the best part about this... Anthony wanted a medium sized dog. A week later, I hear "OH SHOOT!" coming from another room. It was Anthony. He was doing research on Goldendoodles and he had just found out that they can 50-80 pounds. This is not a medium-sized dog. He's doubled in size in 3 weeks. So...that's fun. :)
