I was lucky enough to have my darling rescue dog for 11 years before she died in August last year.
Every single moment with her was a joy. She was a huge responsibility and needed care, time and attention and we had to consider her at every occasion, holiday and when we were ill. I bloody loved every moment of that. She made us happier every second she was with us and made us laugh all the time. We are still laughing at her funny little ways and sparky personality now.
None of it was a chore. It was just DH and I and we were running our own business so could be with her all the time, then we retired. Our hobbies are all outdoorsy, nature, walking related. Our holidays are camping in the UK. She came along to everything with us, threw herself into it and made it all more fun for us. One of the great happinesses of my life was sitting outside our tent with a glass of wine, the happy dog - fat belly, snoring away in her basket and the sun going down was better than any long haul holiday for us.
We'd waited 30 years to be in a position where we could get a dog. Family and work commitments and our desire to travel put a stop to it before. Then we were ready and able along she came. We spent ages choosing her because we wanted the right match. We loved her so completely and nothing was a tie, responsibility or too much because we 100% wanted her to have the best life alongside us.
My advice to anyone would be don't get a dog until you are absolutely certain, because if you don't have the kind of life that a dog fits well with then yours will change (and you might not like that) for 10 years plus.
Last night I spent the evening looking at dog rescue sites. My God - the number of adult dogs out there looking for homes, dogs with behavioural issues, lack of training issues......it's awful. Poor little buggers.
That's where the 'not thought through' and 'we're not ready' and 'the kids might step up and walk her' dogs end up.