I know this is so 2 months ago, but Matt is in Huntsville, Alabama this week where this all started. After watching Conan last night I was surprised to see this guy on the Lopez show. It is so catchy and makes me laugh every time.
Matt doesn't want to give me this gift, but is going to. Matt dropped a huge bomb this weekend, but only under stipulations. I can get a dog for my Christmas present. At first, I was so excited! Even though the stipulations decreases my options and is causing me to consider breeds I have never considered before. The stipulations are: (1) has to be a medium size dog at largest, which is fair because we will probably end up in a small place, (2) can't shed (too much), (3) can't step paw on the couch or in the bedroom, and (4) cannot be in any family photos.
Now, I was thinking why would I want to bring a dog into our family when Matt doesn't want it? Is that fair to the dog and me?
Friends with the same experience say that Matt will end up loving the dog, like their husbands, family and friends unexpectedly do. I hope so. Anytime I ask Matt a question about the kind of dog to get, his response is, "I don't care, it's your dog.". No fun! I think Matt has had bad experiences with dogs, he says he hasn't.
I have been searching petfinder.com like crazy and looking up rescue shelters to go to when we get to Dallas and I don't know when the right dog will enter our lives, so I figure this will be a long process. As badly as I want a dog, I don't want to rush this.
Since Matt's stipulations automatically nixed out my all-time favorite dog, the Golden Retriever, I have to search smaller, less hairy options. My brother Steve, introduced me to the Stafforshire Bull Terrior and I found out about the American Staffordshire Terrior after research and this is my top choice, as of now. Even though they look tough, they are sweethearts.
(My first print screen, woop woop!)
I am also so excited to report, that when we get to Dallas I will have a chance to meet and help take care of Steve's new English Bulldog, Walter. Hanging out with Steve will be cool, too. I am hoping this will help Matt ease into dogs more.
Even though, to Matt, it won't look like I did a lot this week for the move, I feel good about it. Since Matt has literally 4 more days left in Utah, I will being packing most of the stuff. He is getting worried we won't be ready for the move and seems to think that there is a chance I would let that happen by the time December 4th rolls around. Tisk-Tisk, Matthew.
I'm glad Matt's mom is backing me up about getting a dog, since this past couple of weeks, I have developed TMJ. She helped Matt and I to realize that since I don't have Matt with me at night, I am unconsciously grinding my teeth and the right side of my jaw is in a lot of pain.
I will be listening to Christmas music via the radio all the way to Salt Lake tonight and once I pick up Matt, he will change it. He says it's not Christmas time until the day after Thanksgiving. That is rubbish. When it is Christmas in the stores and there are Christmas commercials on TV, it is time to listen to Christmas music. Then again, you don't need any of that. I'll listen to it anytime of the year.
I am thinking of ways to kidnap Rach, since it is too late now to take back the moving idea. I hope I won't regret this move too much. I will have to learn how to use Skype.