We've decided to get a dog. Actually, Doc has decided, since I have wanted one for a long time and he has said for a long time that he doesn't want to take on that much responsibility, expense, and all of the other things that go along with having a dog. I don't know what changed his mind, and I'm afraid to ask, but he said earlier this week that he thinks it's time for us to get a dog. Voila! We are now in search of just the right dog for us.
We both agree that we want to get a rescue dog, or a dog from the animal shelter. We have both had dogs of various kinds throughout our lives. Doc grew up with Cocker Spaniels, but dearly loved my last dog, a very friendly Chow. We're both thinking probably a mutt of some sort, not too small, not too big, likes children and hopefully not much of a shedder.
It will be a little while before we actually get the little guy, or girl. We have some fence issues to sort out first. That is, we have no fence and a yard that is not very fenceable. As much as I want a dog, I don't want to have to get up extra early to take it for walks on cold mornings before I go to work. I have my limits as a dog rescuer. But, Doc is on the fence thing and when he gets on something he is like, well, he is like a dog on a bone.