We’re having a cookout on Saturday. It’s actually our Easter dinner. You may recall I was in Florida on Easter, so I decided our family gathering would be a cookout.
I got a text last night from my cousin who asked, “Can my boyfriend bring his dog? He’s a good dog as cool as Sampson, you will love him. You will want to blog about him.”
My immediate response was yes! Of course, all dogs are welcome at my house.
Then I started to think of the logistics of it.
- People will be coming and going. Some people can only make it early in the afternoon and some can’t make it til later. I figure this will go down in two waves. The early crew and the late crew.
- Hubby and I will be busy, he will be cooking and I will be monitoring the food to make sure Delilah does not eat it.
- We will not be able to watch the dogs or monitor their meeting as closely as we would like.
- My friend’s dog is a 120 pound Bull Mastiff…..I picture him like this:
- Sampson can get snarky with male dogs, especially those that are bigger than he is.
- Little children will be running about.
I started to get a feeling. Not one I could put my finger on, just a feeling way down in the pit of my stomach. I thought back to the party I was at where I was the only one sober enough to drive the hysterical mother and her sobbing son to the emergency room so he could get his ear sewn back on after being bitten by a dog.
I sent my cousin a text: “I’ve been thinking about the dogs. I hope you understand, Sampson can get snarky with other dogs especially males that are bigger than he is. I’m concerned that Hubby and I won’t be able to keep an eye on him like we would want to and with the little ones around it makes me a bit nervous. Could we wait on this? Hubby and I can have you, H and his dog over when it is just us and we can see how Sampson does. Sorry to be such a nervous Nellie…..if the grand kids weren’t going to be there it would be entirely different. I will tell you a story on Saturday that is weighing heavy on my heart and guiding me with this decision.”
She understood of course. If she didn’t she wouldn’t be one of my oldest and dearest friends. And I don’t mean I wouldn’t speak to her, what I mean is she knows me and she knows my heart and my love for animals and she knows I wouldn’t make this decision lightly.
She said her boyfriend won’t come without his dog, which makes me sad but I understand.
Just as I have to do what I feel is right for my dog so he succeeds, her boyfriend feels he must do what is right for his dog.
What do you think? In a situation such as I just described, would you have someone bring their dog if your dog(s) had never met them before?