Hotel for Dogs

I am still holding on to my "No dog until we have a backyard" rule.  I admit, it is getting harder, though, since the boys (all three of them) really  want a furry buddy.  And then Kristin, who I really thought would stand firm as long as I would, caved and now the Davis' have their own pet.  The pressure is mounting, for sure.

 

 

Recently, I thought the scales might just tip the boys way.  In August, we dogsat for Miss Beth's precious pug, Lily, for nine days.  Then at the end of August, Meem and Peep visited and brought Maggie and Izzy along for the trip.  The boys did soooooo good with the dogs.  They took on the responsibility of walking, feeding and cleaning up after them like champs.  Some mornings, Caleb had Lily out of her cage, fed, and out of the door for a walk before I even got moving. I am not sure if it was just the novelty of it all or if they really might be ready for the responsibility of a pet.   The real kicker for me, though, is just how stinking sweet they are with animals.  Caleb starts talking in a cutesy voice to them, and Seth just gets so excited, that his hand goes into mouth (his characteristic sign that he is about to come out of his skin with delight) and he makes a bee-line to pet or cuddle his buddy.  Very, very sweet. 

However, September hit with full force, we got super busy (hence, only three September blog posts) and then I regained my focus again. I now continue to stick to my guns on the whole dog conversation. 

Nice try, cute dogs!  You almost had me.

Maybe we will just continue to borrow our friend's dogs.  It would save us a bunch of money, not tie us down, and then everyone would be happy.  Right?!

We will see. 

The saga continues.




As a side note: After viewing all of the pictures, you may be wondering if Caleb has taken to no longer wearing clothes.  Likely, if he had his druthers, that would be the case.  His favorite thing to do now is to shed his attire (except his boxers) and get "comfy" when he gets home.  I am finding it harder and harder to get a picture of him fully clothed around the house these days. Oh well.  He is such a guy.