John and I have gone back and forth about getting a dog for a long time now. Just this past year I had to pawn off my poor kitty, Nala, to my mom. We've been moving so much and she was getting to old to deal with it.
We've been researching breeds and have decided (95% sure) on a boxer. I am completely aware of the headache this doggie will inflict, especially when it comes to moving again. Part of me knows how stupid an idea it is, but part of me is REALLY excited. I've picked out names. I've mentally prepared myself for the cost (dang, puppies are expensive) and I already have it's place in bed all picked out (next to me so I can use it as a pillow when it's bigger!!).
I think it's the whole hormonal drama about not having anymore babies is rearing it's head...but that's ok. The past 9 years I've either had a baby or a cat to snuggle with when John is gone, but now I have neither. It gets lonely.
So wish me luck people....I think I'm going to need it!