I’m going to start this off by saying, that if I am blessed with twins, I will be extremely happy and love both children and have absolutely NO problem raising both babies…
On Tuesday my friend asked me if I could watch her 8-year-old Yorkie/Lhaso Apso mix until Friday so she could drive her daughter to University. Of course, being available, I said yes! I mean how much work could a second dog be?
Monty is a sweet little guy and since Simba (my cocker spaniel mix) couldn’t care less about other dogs, I was confidant it would be a fun few days – and it was! The first night I had both dogs (who mostly ignored each other) I decided to take them for a walk. I have only ever had one dog on a walk before, but I have walked probably a dozen different dogs in my life time, all of various sizes and temperaments so this should have been a piece of cake! The walk started off great, they pushed forward, peeing on everything they passed and of course peeing over each others pee because they both were desperate to be pack leader! Monty is older, but Simba is bigger and he took over as pack leader quite quickly, leading the walk and stopping the walk when he wanted it to stop. The problem came when the leashes got tied up. The dogs were going back and forth and at one point I had to take the leash off Simba because I couldn’t untangle them attached! Coming home from that walk my amazing neighbors were out and both dogs went crazy trying to say hello to all four of the McKinnon clan!
I was worried about the sleep that night, not sure exactly if Monty would sleep on the bed or if he would try to jump off it and want to run around. My fears were eased when he settled quickly in between my feet. The problem came when Simba – who was snuggled into my armpit decided Monty was to close to me and leaped in between my legs and settled into a deep sleep. Needless to say, my sleep was not a sound one. Between Simba and Monty, I couldn’t move and decided better to try to sleep on my back than wake two sleeping dogs who were getting along.
Waking up Wednesday morning, both dogs were staying home all day because my mom was coming over so I took them outside to do their business and my mom said there were no messes when she came over! Again, both dogs ignored each other all day – until I came home. Both dogs then decided that it was time to play. Simba wanted Monty’s rope toy and Monty also wanted his rope toy – until he found Simbas toy box in the kitchen.
This box has probably 10-12 toys in it and Monty pulled out each toy and brought each one to his little fluffy bed. When Simba clued into what he was doing, Simba pulled each toy out of the bed and dropped it on the floor – in front of the TV. Within 30 minutes I had almost a dozen toys (including Monty’s rope and two toys I didn’t even know Simba had) scattered between the TV and Monty’s bed (about four feet). Of course when I went to pick them all up, both dogs followed me looking fully annoyed I was cleaning up there party! I put both dogs to bed early, ensuring they could NOT sleep in between me.
Thursday night, I decided to attempt mowing my newly sodded back yard while both dogs played around and I saw Monty walk up the side of yard, but the gate is never open so I knew he’d be fine and I kept mowing. About five minutes later I realized I hadn’t seen him come back down yet and Simba was lying on the freshly mowed grass doing nothing so I went up the side and called Monty’s name – the gate was OPEN! Of course panic set in and I ran out screaming his name looking up and down the street looking like a mad woman. I can’t believe I had LOST a dog!!!!
I looked to my right and in the middle of the street stood Monty (about 8 houses down!). I called his name, and instead of coming to me, he walked towards the boulevard and pee’d on a tree and then walked back across the street FULLY ignoring me!
I ran over to him and he tried to run away but I used my angry teacher voice and he stopped and sat down. I picked him up and lectured him about running away (cause you know dogs totally understand English!) and brought him back home. After that, play time was over. We went inside and shortly later went to bed.
Today I dropped Monty back off at his home and gave him lots of kisses goodbye. It was fun having another dog around, especially one who is so playful, but I’m grateful for Simba and I think one dog is more than enough for me!
Now, what does this have to do with children you ask???
I always assumed, if I was successful with my IUI, that I would keep a vile of sperm from the same donor so I could have a second child and my kids would be biologically related, but sometimes having one is enough. I have thought having a second dog would be awesome, and it was fun, but it wasn’t awesome, it was exhausting…Simba is MORE than enough dog for me to care for! I am single and I have a lot of love to give, but I think my love, time, patience and strength would best be spread out to one child (and one dog). Having two (alone) would be hard, a lot harder than I really need or particularly want it to be. If I do find an amazing man than a second or third child even would be great, but if it’s just me, I’ll stick to my beautiful Koko Bean and be overjoyed with them.