a dog is in our future. the first time i seriously raised the topic marty stopped what she was doing, turned towards me giving me her full arms-folded, hip-on-counter attention. surprised by her intentness, i moved forward a little uncertainly with things like:
i think the kids are getting older and more mature
they surely don't seem to go in and out of wanting a dog.
it's not about us, it's something we do for the kids.
the first thing marty said was ...
i won't do anything to help.
in reply, i asked her to elaborate on what exactly she meant by "anything". she said ...
when you go on your annual weeklong ski trip and the children forget to feed the dog and it is laid out, dehydrated in front of its water bowl and just needs me to pour a glass, a tiny glass, of water into it ... i won't. and the first thing you'll have to do after walking in the door after your annual weeklong ski trip is carry a dead dog into the backyard to bury it.
to this bit of insight, i said ...
oh. i see.
given that marty didn't appear to be "on the fence" about the matter, the getting a dog initiative kinda stalled, indefinitely. a few days ago marty told me about a girlfriend of hers who asked her husband about the family getting a dog. in response, her husband said:
i'd rather you had an affair than brought a dog home.
in the end, it turns out marty is near cuddly on the matter.