We have a poodle, one year old. He's gorgeous, sweet-tempered, hyperactive (aren't they all), beautiful to look at and slightly mad. DCs love him, DH adores him .... and I don't. Everyone who sees him says how lovely he is and what a fabulous temperament. We are obviously lucky to have him.
But I'm not feeling it, at all. We researched thoroughly before getting him, I'm a SAHM so could provide him with lots of company, walks, cuddles etc etc, so on paper we're the perfect family for a dog. But I just don't get it, and am starting to wonder if I ever will. All I see is the work involved, trips to the vets, groomers, the constant tidying up (over the Winter it's felt never ending), and the fact that we can't go anywhere for more than a couple of hours as we have to "get back for the dog" (there is nobody I can leave him with unless I book him into kennels overnight). The vast majority of dog-care falls on me - DCs are at school and DH works away during the week, although he helps a lot at the weekend.
Everyone wanted a dog, me included, but I thought I'd love him and I don't. Has anyone else felt like this?