13 years ago, The Hubs and I decided our family needed a dog. He was still just The Boyfriend back in the day and he was still navigating a never ending divorce along with the older girls who seemed to be wrapped up in it no matter how hard we tried to keep them protected from it all. We thought having a little ball of happy puppy fluff to come home to (when they came to our house) would do them good. I had a very specific idea of what I wanted. And I know you're not surprised that I'd made a list:
- Must be good with kids. - In the middle of a divorce the last thing we needed was an aggressive dog!
- Must be short hair. Honestly folks, we live in So Cal, on top of make the poor pup suffer in this heat, I didn't want to be cleaning up dog hair for days.
- No drool. Seriously, this was a deal breaker. I don't like animals to lick me, but drool? Yeah, no.
- On the smaller size. Do any of you remember that my house is like the size of a suitcase? I wanted a dog who wouldn't take up all of the living room just by lying down.