“I have other concerns,” I say. “Hazel is nine now and my kids have experienced so much stress and sadness throughout this divorce. I’m afraid she may not be around much longer. She’s getting old for a big dog.”
The phone rings with creditors, foreclosure notices pack the mailbox, repo trucks troll the driveway, and sheriff’s deputies knock at the door.
I pull into the driveway. I tell myself it’s for nostalgia’s sake. This is where we’ve gotten our Hazel. I play with the puppies for a bit and head home.
Unless you ask me to grab a cocktail, lunch, or go shopping, aka, anything socially party-minded. In that case, I am your go-to impulse gal. Anything else, I sink into deep thought over.
It’s impulsive. I’m not impulsive. I have little financial reserves. I am barely getting by. It’s a terrible time to make a long-term commitment. It’s not a good idea. It’s crazy.
“Our home really needs some joy,” I say to myself. “Dogs are so much joy. Our home really needs laughter.
Puppies bring so much goofiness and laughter. Our home needs a burst of spirit. Puppies are full of boundless energy.
Hazel’s getting old. She may only be around a few more years. My kids have been through so much. They couldn’t take another loss right now.
I’m not impulsive. I wouldn’t do this unless I was sure I was willing to make this commitment.
I would never subject a canine to such treatment. I wouldn't go through with it unless I was absolutely positive that it was the best option."