That is the question I’ve noodled with for the last few weeks. I am a self-confessed cat lady who can talk to perfect strangers about all kinds of cat topics. In fact, I love to bring up the subject any way I can to anyone who will listen.
So, why did I get a dog instead of another cat? Good question.
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On the one hand, I thought Sophie would be more miffed at me if I brought home another cat. She’s starting to act normal again (whatever THAT means), so I think she will eventually tolerate having the dog around. I mean, she is almost the same size as the dog! What’s there to be afraid of anyway? I know, I know, it’s a territory-thing. With cats, it is ALWAYS about territory. At least our $100 cat condo is finally getting some use!
But why a dog?
As we get older, the choices available to us narrow considerably, either because of our health, or other people living with us, money, and well, FEAR is a big reason, too, that keeps us from doing what we want to do.
In my case, I felt like this might be the last opportunity I would have to own a cute, sweet, little cockapoo dog. The set up was perfect for me: not having to pay a bazillion dollars to a breeder, free advice and support from the animal shelter, the dog is already house trained, we have compatible temperaments (we both love naps!), AND HE LOVES ME. How could I pass up this chance at experiencing the human/canine bond? It’s like all of the stars were perfectly aligned.
Now, I am still most definitely a cat person, and hope there are even MORE cats in my future. But it was as if little Ollie was “sent” to me, you know? An answer to a prayer; a fulfillment of a longing; a creature to care for that God thought needed just what I have to give. Whatever the reason, it all came together for us both, and no matter what the hardships or difficulties there may be for me in owning a dog, we’ll get through them, together.
Not to get overly philosophical with you here, but okay, lets…sometimes people need an incentive to S-T-R-E-T-C-H; to shake up the energy in their world; to do something BIG that totally changes the routine. That’s what I needed, and a dog was the answer to that dilemma. This dog gives me a reason to get up every day in ways the cat never does. This dog gets me out talking to my neighbors — many of whom I didn’t even know lived on my block. This dog — as a friend so gently pointed out to me recently — has smoothed out a few of my rough edges.
I am a deeply committed cat person who happens to also own a dog, but it will always only be THIS dog, not just any dog. This is the dog I wanted so I could take a huge leap into the unknown and land on my feet. THIS is the dog that was the perfect match for me. THIS is the dog that made me feel ALIVE again.
And THAT is why a cat person adopts a dog.