I tell Devin everything. That's good in a strong marriage, right? It occurs to me however, in hindsight, that perhaps he doesn't need to know every single little thing that I hear/read/see/think about.
When I was growing up we always had pets. Cats, dogs, fish, rabbits, ferret, and usually quite a few at a time. I was also sickly as a child. Like, all the time sick. I don't know when it first dawned on me and my family that I was allergic to cats and dogs, but at some point we saw the light. We kept the pets. I love cats and dogs, and wouldn't have wanted to get rid of them just because I had a sniffly nose and bad cough. I had always had those things, I didn't really know what life was like without them, so I didn't see what the big deal was.
Then I moved away to go to college, and lived cat and dog free for four years. And while I still got sick a normal amount, for the most part I could breathe. I had no idea how effortless breathing was for most people! It slowly began to sink in that maybe a life without cats and dogs would be the better option for me, but I still clung to some hope of having a non-allergenic pet of some sort.
Devin grew up without pets. Not a cat, dog, or reptile in sight. Oh wait, I take that back. They had some hamsters when he was little, but I don't think from the stories he tells that he was altogether fond of them. As a runner he has developed quite a strong distaste for dogs, and I don't know exactly what his beef is with cats but they definitely rub him the wrong way.
Hallie has gotten it into her mind that someday she will be the proud owner of a dog named Ruffy. For weeks she was confident that any day her daddy would come home with Ruffy in his arms and hand the fluffy little puppy to her, for her to love and care for all of her days. No matter how much Devin insisted this would never happen, every day she told me it would. Then she learned (somehow) about animal shelters. Now every day I hear her asking me when we are going to the animal shelter to get her Ruffy. Hallie is so convincing in all her details about this dog and what he looks like that one of her friends asked me a few weeks ago if she could come over and play with Ruffy. Whenever Hallie sees a dog like the one above (a lab) she tells me that is what Ruffy looks like. Every single time.
Sometimes Hallie gets so downhearted that she doesn't have her dog yet that it breaks my heart. She never whines, or complains, or throws tantrums. She just keeps asking me "when" - with the utmost faith of a child that it is not a question of "if" she will ever get this dog, but "when". It would be easier to say no if she'd holler and be a brat about it.
My sister has two cats. They are really cute cats, and Hallie and Hanna love them to pieces when we go visit. (I get a little sick, but I love the kitties too.) My sister wrote this post earlier this week and I told Devin all the gory details. He said, "We are definitely never getting a cat." Oops. What compelled me to tell him that story?
At least it was about cats, and not dogs. While I would probably prefer to have a cat as a pet than a dog (they seem like less maintenance, what say you?) the dog was what Hallie really wants most, and what I could most likely talk Devin into (it will stay in the backyard all the time, promise!)
So please, don't tell me any dog horror stories because I might not be able to stop myself from telling them to Devin.