For years now my son has been begging for a dog and so far I pacified him by saying to hold on until he is 10. He was 5 then when I made that promise. He is now 6 and he hasn’t forgotten. I know, I know – I shouldn’t make false promises. I don’t know why I did that. I feel like such a bad Mommy.
I don’t hate dogs. Infact, I grew up with my parents having pets all the time and I can totally see why they would be great companions. But what I can’t take is to be responsible for another life other than my own human baby. I live in Chicago where the winters and summers are both extremely skin-biting, and I cannot imagine having to walk the dog on frigid mornings/nights or sweltering summer heat which is more than likely done with toting my kids along.
I’m sure it sounds like excuses to some but really that is true in MY case. If you are a Mom from the cold weather spot of the world (and I don’t mean 40 F degrees which is considered heat wave for us…I mean temperatures in the teens, and negatives for wind chills on normal days), then I know you will understand my dilemma.
On these frigidly cold days, I normally stay put at home with the kids, but if we have to go out for anything then they are dressed like they can’t move anymore just like in the movie “The Christmas Story”. Can you imagine having to walk the dog too? And for the most part, all the commotion in dressing them is just to be hurriedly taken to the hopefully heated car if they’re lucky. When we get to wherever we are supposed to go to, then they strip everything down and I am left having to carry what looks like a laundry full of clothes. The sweaters, the down jackets, the hats, the scarves, the mittens, and don’t forget my stuff too.
I haven’t even started to complain about what the dog house-training would have become. Heck, I just finished potty training my 3 year old, and I’m so over thinking about poopies. Oh, and I don't even have a backyard! Well we do, but it's all cemented - just the basic modern urban living. How in the hell am I going to have a doggy? What am I to do?
Ok, maybe by then he’ll forget the promise – you think?