I think we officially have puppy fever.
We were doing just fine until we went to hang out with our friends last night and their cute new Labradoodle attacked us with her furry, hypo-allergenic, adorableness. We have been wanting a dog for a really long time. I have never had a dog, to my dismay. My entire family is allergic to non-human mammals. Of most sorts. But, apparently, my allergies do ok around "doodles." Foofy as they are...
What I really want is a King Charles Spaniel, but I fear that it would only lead to me rapidly falling in love followed by a sudden failure of my lungs to pass air through them and oxygen to my brain. Which as it turns out, I need these days.
Or do I...
So then, what about a doodle? My husband is an all-American lover of the golden retriever. Again, lung failure for me. But these Goldendoodle-types are kind of ridiculously precious.
Especially when they are pups:
The other catch, we kind of love our freedom. We are just a young, budding, family of two...and we love how easy marriage is right now when we really don't have anyone or anything to be responsible for, but each other. We don't own a home, we don't have pets, and to be honest, it's kinda nice.
But so is this face:
Wouldn't you say?
What do you think? Is having a good dog worth it? Is it too much work? Is it harder than having a kid? Will it matter at all once we bring it home and fall instantly in love? And when it's snuggling with me when Ad is out of town?
I'm not sure about all this. But what I do know is that I have puppy fever. Badly.
(And that I've already filled out several applications for upcoming litters...)