Back when we lived in the apartment, we talked about how we wanted a dog someday. Keene and I both consider ourselves to be "dog people," despite having two cats. So when we bought the house, we began talking about when would be the right time to get that dog.
As you can see, we were clearly procrastinating. We knew dogs were expensive and required a lot of care. We also knew that puppies were even more expensive and needy, which is why we had settled on wanting a dog of at least a year or two old.
I won't get into his curious craving for human flesh or how he has managed to trap me on the tree loft a number of times just yet. Or how he doubles as a wood (and plastic) chipper. Or how I've had to Google "cat poop in dog bite". Or how we're about to drop big bucks on an exorcist/dog trainer.
I won't get into any of that. For now, I'll just tell you that we were totally ready for a puppy. Seriously. Totally ready.