Monday, March 14, 2011
Kathleen O'Brien: Do you love dogs?
Whew. He could have been anything—a gambler, a married man, a murderer. But then she learns something about him that just might be equally bad.
Did that sentence make you raise your eyebrows just a little? A hero who doesn’t like dogs? Okay, maybe that’s not on a par with bigamists and murderers, but it’s a real problem. If you’re like me, that’s darned near a deal-breaker.
Seriously. I don’t think I could fall in love with a guy who didn’t like dogs. Dogs have been a part of my life as long as I have conscious memories. I never knew my father’s Irish wolfhound, Mr. Dooley, which he had when he was a younger man, but I knew the stories. That dog was bigger than my father, smart as a whip, and practically a member of the family.
My own children have never, ever lived in a house without a pet. We started out with Popo, who was His Highness’s dog before we married. His Highness was so good to that dog that somehow I knew my own heart, and my children-to-be, would be safe with him, too. Then we had Mackey and Mischief, the two Shelties who shepherded my kids down the hall to bed every night.
How about you? Do you think Kitty should run, now that she’s learned about David and dogs? Could you fall in love with a man who didn’t like dogs? Or…at least a kitten or two? :)
Posted by Lee Hyat at 12:02 AM