Tuesday, June 01, 2010
The Greatest Problem in the World
I have the greatest — as in absolutely best — problem in the world.
Sweet M wants a dog.
The same sweet girl who just a few years ago screamed in terror at the sight of any dog now wants a dog of her own.
Do any of you remember the days when we had to cross the street when we came across someone walking a dog? I sure do. But those days seem to be far, far behind us now. And it's not even been five years.
The canine-phobia is gone.
Now, when she sees a dog, first she'll ask the dog owner if it's okay to pet their little guy. She's learned to let the dog sniff her hand, then she gives them a little scratch behind the ears.
Sometimes she goes for the baby talk as she pets the little ones — "Who's a cutey wootey?" I'm supposed to be discouraging the baby talk, but I'm so stunned by her shift, that I just haven't been able to step up on that front.
So I have greatest, absolutely best, problem in the world: how to keep up with her success. How to manage our lives so I can to rise to support her progress.
We are in a tiny apartment. I have allergies. And Fathersvox has sworn that he will never take any dog for a walk under any circumstances.
It's all a bit of a problem. And I'm thrilled to have it.
Does anyone have any teeny-tiny hypo-allergenic dog breeds to recommend?