DOG DAYS BEGIN

In the twelve years that Debra and I have been married, we have never had a dog.  We had two cats when Ashley was younger, but both cats had serious psychological disorders.  The experience was mostly negative.

 

The first cat abandoned us unexpectedly for no reason and the second cat needed to be restricted to Ashley's room because it consistently chose not to control its bladder when perusing carpeted areas outside Ashley's room.  Eventually, we had to get rid of the second cat because we were incapable of helping it to overcome it's emotional issues.

 

That was over ten years ago.

 

We've resisted pets ever since.  Dogs, especially, have been ruled out because they make it difficult to leave home on weekends and because they require unpleasant cleanup chores in the yard.

 

Lately, Debra has expressed interest in owning a dog.  A small lap dog.  Simultaneously, I have expressed disinterest in owning a dog.

 

Today, we have a dog.  Debra's dog.  Koda. 

 

 

 



 

Koda came to our home in a cage.



Debra places a collar on Koda in preparation for a walk around the neighborhood.

Our neighborhood contains a dog trail located across the street from our house.  Our house can be seen in the background directly behind Debra.

From the dog trail to the street.

Debra instructs Koda regarding authorized dump stations.

Sometimes when a dog is with a human, one of them will growl.

Finishing the day with a lap dog securely in place.

Our first pet, Bootsie, ultimately disregarded our love and provision by running away nearly twelve years ago.