I wanted a tiny dog. I voiced this to my husband several times. He said no. I said why? He said we have a big dog and big dog does not like other dogs. I said no, this will be different. Trust me. I told him I understood my big dog, this will be different. I nodded reassuringly to show him I knew what I was talking about. He didn’t buy it. Time marched on and I wanted a tiny dog. I envisioned this creature being small and brown and following me everywhere I went. It was a cute spectacle. I brought it up to my husband again and again. Met with an exasperating sigh he would say no. I said you’re not the boss of me. I let it go temporarily but I still envisioned the tiny brown dog at my feet and in my lap.
Some time passed and a friend who knew how much I loved dogs told me to look at a picture of the puppies her mother’s dog just had. She pulled them up on her phone. I squealed. They were tiny! Tiny, little brown dogs! I asked her what she was doing with them. My friend said her mother was going to find homes for them. I said, I want one. She said…what about your husband? I said, I want one. She said she’d tell her mother.
I went home and told my husband. He said no. I said I want a tiny dog. He sighed. I told him we had to wait, the puppies were just born, I wouldn’t be able to bring one home until it was eight weeks old. He sighed.
Time passed and the little pups grew bigger. My friend kept me updated with regular pictures. Finally the day arrived when I received an email from my friend’s mother asking me to please come pick up the puppy it was getting difficult with all those puppies underfoot. I told the big dog I was bringing home a new family member.
I told my husband the puppy was ready. A defeated sigh escaped from his lips, my relentless had won. We left the next morning and made our two-hour road trip to get the puppy.
When we arrived I could hear tiny little barks. My mother’s friend welcomed me in and I immediately sat on the floor. The puppies overtook me. She told me the names of each. The boys were named after “The Chimpmunks” and Theodore was mine. He was all of 2 pounds. A tiny,chaotic creature. I scooped him up and smiled wide at my husband. He showed no enthusiasm. We said our goodbyes and took our little bundle to the car.
That’s when the screaming started. I was driving and so my husband was responsible for holding the tiny creature. He squirmed and howled and then climbed the length of my husbands torso finally settling around his neck, wrapped around it like a women’s stole. He whimpered and whined. When he was done whimpering and whining on my husband he made his way into my lap and wrapped his little body stole style around my neck and fell asleep.
The rest of the drive continued quietly, a two pound puppy wrapped around my neck, snoring softly.