Essay #4, in class essay

Once upon a time there was this cute little family tucked into the woods away from the road where they loved their wonderful 3 bedroom modular and double sliding glass doors that opened their home up to the great outdoors. I said to my husband one day, “Hunny, now that we have our own house and land, the kids are getting older and don’t find that our once cute cuddly coon cat can any longer be dressed up like a baby anymore (because she’s a fat butter ball), I think it’s time that we invest in another friendly family pet” My husband says, sure why not! Then, continued to say that he himself had actually been thinking the same thing. I said “great! Then we can start looking around” I myself was looking for something small and not so intimidating to the kids, which my mother had a shiatsu and she loved her and was always saying what a good dog she was, so I was going more towards that route. I didn’t think my husband would really go that extra step in looking and thought that probably whatever I got he would just go along with it.

Then later on that night at the dinner table I told my husband that I had found the most perfect pet. A little cute, cuddly 8 week old adorable shiatsu, and it was a friend of mine who was actually selling them for $400 dollars but she would give her to us for free, and to consider it our wedding present! I was so excited; the kids were laughing and wiggling in their chairs. After getting so caught in the moment, and forgetting the fact that he had been looking as well and may have an idea, I looked up at him and he said, with one eye brow hunched up to the middle of his forehead and that stupid grin on his face, “Ha, if you think I would actually agree to getting one of those homely, messy disgusting things that pisses and shits all over the house you are wrong and it will never happen” Just like that, he just spit out those words like nothing, the kids and I were shocked as if he let one loose at the dinner table or something. I said, “Oh, o.k. Mr. High all mighty, what exactly did you have in mind for the family pet?”

Uh-oh, bad mistake. Women, you should never just let your husband wander around aimlessly with no instructions or lists, especially while choosing the so called family pet! You always give instructions as to exactly what you want first and then persuade him to thinking that your examples are what is best for the family, duh! Because if not, he begins to come up with his own ideas of what is best, and you all know that in the end its what’s best suited to their benefit!! His list consists of, for example, the kind of dog that is strong and masculine, or the kind of dog you can pull the tail gate of the pickup and say come on, let’s go fishing or hunting. Or, futuristically speaking, something that he can eventually breed and make money off of. Do you see what I mean? This kind of dog is yes of course, a figgin Pit-Bull, something that as a mother absolutely gasps at the idea of getting and finds it absolutely unthinkable and ridiculous to ever have that kind of animal prowling around my children! An animal that has the capability of ripping limbs off kids, the kind of dog that forced people to come up with the idea of making the signs that read “Beware of Dog” But, the funny part is, he says “they are good dogs though, if you train them right”. Absolutely not! No Way! It doesn’t matter, you can train a dog to the best of your ability, and yes, may be a good dog but, what if someday something pisses it off and goes loco on the kids! Hello!

So I left it be for a couple of days and reminded my husband that if he came home with a Pit-Bull I would make him sleep in the dog house with it and its permanent home would be in the garage because I absolutely refuse to take on the responsibilities of that dog while he was at work. I know it sounds a little inhumane but the fact of the matter is, it was in my persuasion to keep that animal out of my home! Plus I already had my mind set that I was getting that shiatsu puppy, and my friend had already made plans to bring her down. The kids were so excited when they finally met Lilly Mae McNally. She was the perfect size for them, just a little tiny thing. And actually she was already kind of part of the family because she was a sister to my mother’s dog Sophie. It was perfect though, and I was going to be doing all of the caring for her anyways. Like my husband was going to give her baths, remember to feed her or wake up in the morning to take her out to pee. That’s just how I see it, and I’m sure many people would agree.
Over all, my husband was not too impressed. He still looks at her with disgust and absolutely hates it when he finds her sleeping beside his side of the bed. He treats her like a wicked step child that always does wrong. I mean, yes she’s going to make mistakes, she’s a puppy for gosh sakes! He says that she pee’s on the floor every time I go to work. I said well that’s your own fault, if you take her outside then she wouldn’t do that, but now you’ve got her scared to death of you so whenever you go to grab her she pee’s! He’s learning though, do you know how I can tell? Every once and a while I’ll see Lilly snuggled up beside his feet when I come home from work and ill tease him about it the next day. Every time I catch him being nice to her he always says “I hate that dog with a passion, but I would feel awful if something bad every happened to her” So, in conclusion, even though your man comes up with these crazy idea’s and you have to snap them back to reality with a more logical plan, and even though they don’t like it they will eventually adjust to it and it will be old news and find that no matter what he will develop a soft spot for our little Lilly Mae.