I hope everyone had a great 4th of July weekend! We enjoyed the day with some friends in the country. Which was great for my DD, but it was incredibly hot. Then we had another weekend in the country for DH's family reunion this past Saturday. It was really nice, hot again, but nice. It was on a farm with cows, chickens, a horse, and the most adorable yellow lab puppies. The puppies were the big hit of the reunion. DD and all her cousins were cuddling up to the eight puppies all day. And of course, DD was very disappointed that she could not keep one. She even had it named already. Geez, I hate that I had to tell her no. Especially since secretly I really wanted it, too. Unfortunately, we have two sickly cats at home right now and it's just not the right time.
DH agreed when we finished the fence around our back yard, that we could get a dog as long as it stayed outside. He is a cat person only, no dogs; so, this was a fairly large concession on his part. At the time, I refused because having grown up with dogs in the house I didn't think I could agree to the outside only part. But, now DD is 8 yrs old and she wants a dog now more than ever. I know they're more expensive and I get that they require more maintenance than a house cat. But, now DH is trying to back away from his offer. He is offering DD a consolation prize of ....a fish.
You know, I went on a retreat one time for church. We had to name one person who had been there for us at some pivotal time in our lives. I named my dog. That is how close I was to my childhood pet. And I even teared up just now typing this. He passed away 20 years ago, and I still miss the little guy. My DD deserves to have that kind of bond. And I don't think she can get it from a goldfish. No offense to goldfish, it's just hard to build a relationship with something that you can't hold or touch or dress up with a cape and name him King for the Day.
It's not like I have a good track record with fish either. Before I had my dog, my parents let me get a goldfish. It died within a week. Then years later I used to offer to pet sit for renters at the apartment complex I worked at. Usually it was dogs, but on two occasions the pets were fish. Both times, fish died. One time it was a massacre or more aptly a plague. Every day I went another fish was down (or should I say up). The guy told me once he got back that it wasn't my fault. That one of them was sickly when he left. And what ever it was must have been contagious. But still, it's like I'm the angel of fish-death or something.
I suppose as long as they don't let me near the fish tank, the little guppies may stand a chance. They're suppose to be DD's pet anyway. We'll just have to stipulate that I'm not allowed to feed or clean the tank or generally get anywhere near them. After all, I wouldn't want one to see me and die of a heart attack because he thought I was coming to take his soul or something. Maybe if we get the fish and she shows DH that she can take care of it, he'll reconsider the dog option.