That face–see him? With those perfect sad puppy eyes begging for a loving home? Yup, he helped me finally figure out why I hate surprises.
See, my poor husband has given up on making grand, romantic gestures because of my intense dislike of surprises. Where most wives would shower their husbands with affection and gratitude when presented with the sweetest surprise ever, I have a tendency to respond by slugging my sweetie repeatedly in the arm, saying “Why didn’t you TELL me???” (and not in a nice way), and generally being put out that everyone (you know, a whole three people) knew something I didn’t know.
Here’s the situation from Tuesday. I heard about this cute dog looking for a good home. He’d wandered to someone’s house and was kindly taken in. The nice woman who found him checked him for a microchip (none), put ads in the paper (no response), and generally took care of him. I agreed to come see the dog (with all three kids in tow, naturally)–he was across town outside a local grocery store. The girls piled in the swagger wagon and we were off. I kind of knew then that we were in for it, so I threw our kennel and a cuddly blanket in the back for him.
So we meet this cute little guy (15 pounds at the vet this morning), the girls instantly loooove him, and I am hesitantly willing to consider taking a dog home. In my mind, I had two options. Yes or no RIGHT NOW. The girls were desperate to take him home, he looked at me with that face, and I said yes.
No “We really like this dog and I’d like to discuss it with my husband.”
No “Can we get your phone number and set up a time to come visit the dog so we can see how he does in an environment he’s comfortable with?”
No “Well, we weren’t really thinking about/looking to get a dog right now, so we’ll need some time to think it over.”
Clearly none of those very rational thoughts even occurred to me. Give me a test that I can study for and I’m your girl–I can ace it with no problem.
Present me with a problem (or surprise me in an overwhelming and wonderful way) that I have to solve instantly and I spaz out completely.
But look at that face! Can you blame me??? So Lucky is settling in nicely. He didn’t think much of his shots this morning (vet figures he’s about a year old, but since we don’t know his history, we were safe and did full vaccinations for him) but he follows us around the house and is soooooo calm. The girls are over the moon.
FYI, I did call and send my hubby a photo of Lucky before we claimed him. He thinks I am slightly crazy and wishes I did a little better with surprises, but he loves the dog.