Thursday, April 28, 2011

When Pigs Fly

I have a friend who will remain nameless. He has been encouraging me to make my blog posts more personal so here is one for ya.

I have a confession to make. I HATE animals. There I said it.Don't JUDGE ME. I have hated animals for 15 years. So considering that I am not 15 years old clearly at one point I DID like animals. But then something happened. Something so horrible that somewhere inside without even realizing it I made an unconscious decision that I would never care for an animal again.

Here is the story....

When I was 17 my boyfriend at the time got me a puppy. This puppy was a golden lab cross. I named him Snoop Dog. I loved Snoop more than anything and just a few weeks after I got him I came home from work and he came running down the stairs to greet me and I ran him over with the truck.... Wow.. that was even hard to type. Ya, I ran him over. I was DEVASTATED! I cried for days and it was horrible. It still hurts just as much as it did back then... ok I'm crying now.. thanks ...

Fast forward to this month. I met some friends through my hubby that breed long haired chihuahuas. They have like 4 or more dogs in the house and the first time I was there I was NOT comfortable.. (Remember I hate animals) After going out there a couple of times and holding the new puppies (cause seriously I'm not an ice princess and who can resist a cute puppy... it's like holding a baby and then giving it back to it's sleep deprived mother and getting a good nights sleep.) I started to like them. But I wouldn't tell anyone.. not even my husband... I mean I have an image to uphold right?

Anyway... since last weekend all I have thought of is if I could see myself with a dog... and not just any dog... the dog that I had named at the farm. I named him Bean. (as in coffee bean). But when I facebooked my friend to see if he was sold she told me that a lady from Calgary wanted him. Funny enough I sat in front of my computer and wept for Bean. The puppy that had softened my heart after so many years. He was going to someone else. Our friend said that a new litter of dogs had just been born and I could pick one of those if I wanted...

Here's the thing.. it's not about getting A puppy... it was about getting Bean..... and if I can't have Bean then I don't want a dog.

So here is my news.... I am getting a puppy. And his name is Bean. And I love him...
But you will never hear me say it out loud... so don't ask.