Lost both my dogs last year - one aged 8 in January (he was never going to live to a ripe old age, bless him) and the other 14 year old in November. I loved my dogs to bits, and was devastated to lose them. I swore NO MORE DOGS. You get too attached and they don't live long enough, plus I like to get away and having to factor in a dog can be a problem.
But then.......
A friend's bitch has a litter of 7, and they are gorgeous. Terriers (naturally - I just love terriers) and DD1 has been pestering me. I can feel myself caving in and remembering the fun we have had with our own wee beasts; a bit of me really wants one of these pups, but I keep reminding myself of why I pledged not to have another.
Talk some sense into me, please!