Thanks a lot Stephen King

Patrice and I decided to get a dog.

Considering my late hours at work, and since Patrice had already used every possible combination of pictures on makemebabies.com, it seemed like a good idea to get her a little buddy that would make our apartment seem a little less lonely.

Our landlords had already given us permission to look around, and to let them know if we found one we wanted. However, there were some restrictions put on having a dog: no peeing, no pooping, no barking. Hmmmm. Good thing we weren't asking to have a baby.

After some searching, we found the perfect little Mini Pincher-- a pure bred at a reasonable price (you'd be surprised how much people are asking for mutts!). We even had the name all picked out for him.

Well before buying him, I just wanted to make sure that it was still alright with them. Let the game of cat and mouse begin... Texts with no response, calls with no answer. All the while, I had asked the owner of the dog to hold him for a few days, telling her that we were set on buying him, we just needed a last shred of approval from our landlords..

Finally, we got the call back. "Ya know, my wife is pregnant. Sooooo..."

"Oh well I have arranged everything to make sure that he is pretty well trained before even moving him in. And our schedules overlap just right so we won't have to lock him in the bathroom..."

"Yeah. Ya know, I just don't think we would feel comfortable with a dog around the house all the time."

Whoa. What? I made sure to reiterate that we were getting a little dog, and that he wouldn't just be roaming free. The answer was still no.

Evidently, somewhere in between our conversations about getting a dog, they got into their minds that we were going to travel back in time to 1984 and snatch up the demon-puppy gatekeeper from Ghostbusters. Ya know, the same dog that chased you in your nightmares as a kid?

Somewhere in our talk of Mini Pinchers and Miniature Doxies, they got a mental image that looked more like something from a Stephen King novel:

And little less like something from reality:

I don't know about you but I some differences between the two. Though I am sure the little guy would have created a few problems: chewing on our couch, scratching at the door, eating our landlord's unborn fetus while they sleep. Ya know, the usual. Puppies will be puppies.

So we'll have to wait to expand our little family.

But we'll probably name him Cujo.