I have never been a dog person. Both times that my dad got rid of our dogs, Sambo and Jackson, I was sad, but the next day I never really cared. Clayt loves dogs. He still remembers how sad he was when his dad got rid of his dogs as a kid. But, he likes big dogs. The only dog I ever really LOVED is Rudy, Amber's dog. Then the girls came along...
Clayt researches dogs. He knows which dogs are good with kids, don't shed and have generally good health. I did promise him a dog one day, but the kind of dog he wants does not fit into our lifestyle currently. Guess what kind of dog does... A yorkie. He tells me how they don't shed, are great in apartments and so on and so forth. He didn't have to tell me, I have loved Rudy since the day Matt proposed, and he is a great dog.
A month a go, Clayt tells me this lady has some puppies he wants to look at. I am like, uh, no. But he made the appointment and I went with. I fell in love with a fluffy, 25 ounce critter. How do you say no to a yorkie puppy? I will tell you, they are expensive. So we tell her no the next day. But she likes us, and wants us to have one of her dogs. So I say.. offer her half, and Clayt does and she accepts. So now what is my argument?
I am still not a dog person, but I am in LOVE with him...
