I am not really a dog person, and this was something my wife and I really used to agree on. However, with the recent loss of ever having biological children, as well as the last two failed embryo transfers, my wife is changing her tune.
We live in a neighborhood full of dogs, and every time we pass a smaller dog on a leash my wife fauns over the little guys. “Oh look at him!” “Look at how little it is!” “It would be delightful to have one of those in my lap!”
I was raised on a farm and know what goes in to keeping a dog. I can only imagine the bother of having one in a city like Madrid. They fart. They defecate. They are difficult to deal with over vacations. The small ones are yappy. They are costly.
What should I do? I have tried to explain these things to my wife, but she seems unmovable. Perhaps it’s time to give in. I know her desire for an animal is rooted in her desire to care for a small living creature. Perhaps it’s something of a necessary substitute at this point, given the circumstances.