I manage an animal sanctuary, and we recently took in a pack of wonderful dogs. (We don't normally 'do' dogs, but we make exceptions when circumstances allow.)
I have two dogs of my own, and we've been adamant that since our last fostering experience, two is IT. The third foster dog we added disrupted the whole house, tried to eat our cats once the honeymoon period ended, and generally made us miserable despite the fact that individually, he was great.
Well, one of the new arrivals is a 1.5 year old Landseer. My husband's dream dog is a Newf, but we decided long ago that our house is too small, that we aren't committed enough to grooming, the drool would be too much, and that the short life spans would be too heartbreaking. Of course, all that flew out the window when I spent some time with this dog. Stupidly, I called him to tell him about it. He said,"We don't need another dog," but then drove 30 minutes out of his way to meet him. Normally not one to be comfortable around new dogs, he was hesitant when I told him to just go in the pen and I'd be there in a few minutes. When I found them, he was on the floor with this 140-pound puppy in his lap.
I'm bringing him home this weekend for a trial run with my dogs. I honestly wish he were anything but a Newf. We have a dog I've called my 'mini-Newf' whose grooming is a constant issue for me. Of course, I keep telling myself that since this dog is used to being professionally groomed, it'll be easier. (Mine came to me as a matted-to-the-skin adult who is terrified of clippers and brushes. Grooming takes an hour and is stressful for both of us. I actually removed my name from a Leonberger (MY dream dog) waitlist after a particularly bad grooming session.) But...I'm starting to think I'm losing my mind to throw all the good reasons not to have one out the window just because I fell for this dog.
Yesterday, I went to leash one of the other dogs and he got excited and jumped up on me. I was not prepared for the height and weight and fell backwards like a character in a Marmaduke cartoon, and I started thinking, "OMG, this dog really still is a puppy. What am I thinking?!"
I'm trying to talk myself out of this. He's perfect, though. Funny, calm(ish), thoughtful, clownish...a thinker with a sense of humor. I can deal with the puppy stuff. It's this part of me that keeps thinking "I'll have to deal with hair and drool, and then he'll have ortho issues in five years and be dead in seven." It's heartbreak waiting to happen.
So...Give it to me straight. The high maintenance coat, the endless supply of hand towels all over house, the inevitable early demise? Is it worth it?