As a child, I always wanted a dog. My brother was terrified. Whenever, one came by him, he cowered in fear or would run away, typically with the dog chasing after him adding to his trauma. My father also was not a fan. He found them to be a waste of time and money. He just didn’t get the appeal. So, I never had anything more than a goldfish as a pet growing up. Of course, our beloved goldfish didn’t last long. A young girl in the neighborhood, who I believe had a disability, (I want to say she was visually impaired) came over and killed him. It wasn’t murder, but it felt like that to me. She poured the whole container of fish food accidentally into the fish bowl. Despite our attempt to save him and clean the bowl, he ate himself to death. Maybe that’s not a bad way to go. He died doing what he loved.
Since having children, we have had a hermit crab who tried to commit suicide by escaping the cage that one of the kids accidentally left open. We have a large fish tank that remains empty because it was too much of a pain to maintain. We currently have an anti-social, obese guinea pig named Pikachu, whose surly demeanor may be the result of trauma from some nameless overzealous children. We also have 2 beta fish from a carnival that refuse to die.
With all the chaos in our already busy lives and recovering from an injury, we figured this would be the best timing to add a puppy into the mix. I told my father about our desire to get a dog and he acted like I just agreed to sign up for ISIS. “How could you? Do you know what you are getting into? Have you lost your mind? Are you a millionaire? You don’t understand all the costs involved with owning a dog! I’m disowning you!” Ok, he didn’t say the last part (this time). I’m sure he will slowly come around and will embrace his grand-dog.
Despite my father’s not-so persuasive rant, we decided to go forward. Welcome to our family, Reese Witherspoon! No, none of us are huge Reese Witherspoon fans. (Our pup came with the name, Reese). This is to pay homage to my daughter, who refuses to accept that our dog is male. She desperately wanted another female in our male dominated household. So Reese may be a gender fluid puppy. “Here girl!” “Good boy!” “He” “she” “s/him!” Everything goes!
We have had s/him a little over a day and love s/him to pieces (like Reese’s Pieces). S/he has already found a turtle in the backyard and tried to eat it. I’m sure there will be a lifetime of adventures to come!