Having a dog is an enriching and rewarding experience that can often only be appreciated by those who have also owned dogs.
Our dogs – a glorious Chihuahua called Dexter and a dopey Dachshund called Sawyer – are our pride and joy. We wouldn’t trade them for the world.
However, owning dogs – although a joy – comes with ample responsibility. I know, I know you’ve heard it a million times before. Probably starting from when you were a child and you fell in love with a beautiful dog that you set eyes on in the park. You begged and begged your parents for a dog of your own but they took turns in repeating how much of a responsibility it is to own a dog.
This reality is only recognised as true when you find yourself a dog owner. An owner of another life – pretty big stuff.
My husband and I are both in our early twenties and newly married. We live and work in London and have family in Guernsey and Wales respectively. As I write this we are homeward bound after a night meeting friends in a pub near Victoria.
It is always a joy visiting family and meeting up with friends, but now that we have D & S in our life these things take a little extra planning and consideration.
Our gorgeous dogs mean that we can’t simply head out for hours on end. Nor can we sleep out. We can’t go out on a whim after work and we definitely don’t have the opportunity to spend the weekends in a hungover stupor.
D & S mean that we have to head straight home after work. They will have been out with their dog walker half way through the day (at £20 a pop) and will be looking forward to their evening walk with us. They will be expecting ‘din dins’ at 6:30pm and again at 7:30am. They will be ready for an informal game of fetch to take place up and down the hallway and some well deserved tummy tickles after!
To meet our friends tonight we had to take into account what time the fur babies had been out this afternoon with the dog walker. We had to make sure that we could go home to feed, walk and play with them first. Now we are heading home to take them out on a final walk before setting our alarms early to try and expel their excess energy in the morning…
D & S contribute things to our life that we could never repay them for. Are they a huge responsibility? Of course. Is it worth it? Every minute*
*it felt slightly less worth it when we woke up to the sound of Dexter vomiting at 6am a couple of weeks ago