Our family has not had much luck with dogs in the past. So, for several years now we have not had any dogs. "We're just not dog people", we would say. Dog people have to spend so much time and energy on the pet and we just don't have the time etc.. Plus, dogs make such a mess in the yard, they tear up stuff - no we told ourselves, "we are just not dog people."
Then, the youngest son began at Christmas time asking for a puppy. Anywhere we went where there was a dog, he was right there petting and loving it. We kept thinking, we really should get him a dog, but never did. Then remember if you read back a few posts, on this son's birthday, Daddy on a whim picked him up this cute puppy. The son is thrilled to no end to have his own puppy. But look at what happened to these "We're not dog people" people:
This little guy seems to have worked his way into our hearts and home:
Everyone takes a part loving the puppy, he gets walked, petted, loved, toys and tons of attention. Maybe we are beginning to be "dog people!"