I got into work today and opened my email to find a message from the North Texas Basset Hound Rescue. I LOVE the NTBHR because they are the ones who helped bring Robert and me out of the depth of despair following the loss of our beagle/basset by introducing us to Daisy.
So, anyway, the message is titled Favorite breed alert. I open it and find a link that takes me to this:
This, my friends, is Bacon. Yes, Bacon. Isn’t that fantastic!! One, he’s adorable, and two, he’s named after one of my favorite foods. So, of course, I’m excited and thinking this is FATE, and this is the doggy brother we are supposed to adopt for Daisy; the one who will keep her company while we’re away and such. Side note: My hubby has been against the two dog concept from the get-go, but I think having a buddy to hang out with will help relieve Daisy’s anxiety about being home alone. (Not to mention MY anxiety and guilt about leaving her home alone.) Did I mention I never had children of my own? Yeah. This is the result.
Well, I quickly shoot off an email with that adorable picture to my hubby saying “Look! Bacon!! He’s up for adoption!” Hubby quickly responded with a brisk and spirit crushing, “No boys.”
No boys?? No boys??! Uhm, excuse me, but where would we be if I had turned to him eight years ago when he introduced me to his TWO boys – aged 8 and 11 – and said, “Oh, sorry. No boys.”
“Sorry, Mister, but I have a strict ‘no boy’ policy. Please step out of the dating pool.”
In hindsight, I may wonder sometimes why I didn’t consider a no boy policy, but the point is I DIDN’T. And for a good while – and still to this day – I can be really frustrated and confused and oftentimes aromatically assaulted as I adjust to the whole BOY thing. So why does hubby get off scot-free? Why is he so anti boy? ANTI BACON, even?
He says boys lift their legs on things. That may be the only thing our boys haven’t done to our furniture. (Just kidding.) (Not really. I’m serious.) And besides that, house trained is house trained. Bacon would never think of doing such a thing. I can tell. He’d fit right in with our current level of male conscientiousness around the house. Plus, he won’t leave a refrigerator door hanging open or forget to rinse his dishes.
And his name is BACON. AND he looks like this on a floaty in the pool:
I WANT him. Who could NOT want him?
Click here for info on Bacon!