Listen, I’ve got no beef with the doggies of the world. I’m just not a doggie person. That’s all.
In the spring of 1988 my wife and son were coming from Texas to join me at my first duty station, Fort Lewis, WA. I moved out of the barracks (where all the single soldiers live) and into a small temporary housing bungalow on post with the family while we searched for a home to rent.
When my wife and son first arrived from Texas I did a quick inventory and discovered that my family had expanded by four legs and a tail while I wasn’t looking.
Sheena, a buff cocker spaniel, was her name and she was a handful of a puppy.
This beast was a problem for me. First of all, it was made very clear to me that pets were not allowed in these temporary quarters under any circumstances.
Second of all, I did not grow up with dogs. I grew up in a large family of six kids. My folks brought a dog home once and it lasted just a few days. We were all scared to death of this collection of teeth and claws. It was a “ferocious” beagle as I recall.
Meanwhile, back at the temporary quarters, on our first night together I got out of bed to make a midnight stroll to the bathroom in complete darkness and was treated to a squishy something between my toes. I froze in my tracks and called to my wife, Kat, not happy. Then I took another step and got a matching treatment for my other foot. Kat could not contain her laughter.
From that day forward (4 cocker spaniels later so far) I have always referred to these beasts as my wife’s dogs. I refer to them as the “mangey, fleabag mutts” because, you see, I’m not really a dog person.
“I’m not really a dog person.”
My wife thinks that is hilarious. She correctly points out that I have lived with dogs for almost 30 years…that this represents more than half my life…that I have spent countless hours at vet appointments, dog training classes, taking the dogs out to “potty” and for walks, etc.
“Yes” I say…”but that’s because I want to keep YOU around and happy.”
I say all that to say this.
Okay, I might be a dog person.
But don’t tell my wife.