"Dude, there's a dog in here."
"Is it real?"
"Is it ours?"
"I love her."
"I love you for buying her."
These are all the things I heard within the first 2 minutes of the kids finding our new dog in our house after school.
She was a surprise.
You see, about 3 years ago I made my boys an impossible promise. I promised them that if they got along for 100 days I would buy them a dog.
They really wanted a dog. Real bad-like.
I thought this was a sure thing. They fight. I'm off the hook. It'll never happen. I sat comfortably in my smug. Worry free.
I'm not a dog lover.
They tried to get along. And they failed over and over. In fact, one time, they made it to day 43, they even had the fancy chart and everything. Then they had an epic (that was for you Lilah) blowout. Jack ripped the sheet into a bazillion little pieces and then he packed a bag and left home for good. He did leave a parting note that said:
"If you find my dead body in a ditch don't bother having a funeral for me." Oh the drama.
He then proceeded to hide in the back yard in freezing temperatures for a couple of hours until he decided to return. Defeated.
They didn't try again for a long time. This past summer the man and I had noticed that they had been getting along frighteningly well. We suggested, to each other, that we not mention anything to them.
Then one day, last October, they approached us, "Have you noticed that we don't fight anymore?"
"Yes, I may have noticed something like that going on around here," I responded.
"We are trying for our dog again."
It was at that moment I started to feel the defeat.
It came and went and we had to concede that these boys of mine earned that dog. No one could begrudge them that.
The hunt began. And then it ended here. With Miss Lizzie. She's a 5 month old, 30 pound Black Lab. So far she hasn't made a peep. She slept through the night without making a sound. Which is more than I can say I did.
The children are enamoured. Even the big one who begged me to renege on my promise. "Please don't get them a dog, there are enough animals in this house."
She's just as smitten as the rest.
Lizzie does not like the hardwood and yesterday refused to get up and walk. We dragged her outside and she walked a bit but would not pee.
This morning she peed, pooped and walked around after she found her footing. Maybe she is a real dog after all.