In 2010, my son finally convinced me to get him a dog. This was no easy feat. I had said no for years, assuming that the last thing I needed as a single mom was yet another “baby” to raise. Wasn’t I busy enough??
So instead, we adopted nearly every kind of pet possible in an effort to placate my son (and daughter): cat, cockatiel, bunny rabbits, tortoise, snake, bearded dragon lizards, blue belly lizards that the cat brought in (at one point we had nine in an aquarium at one time), Pacman frogs, random frogs caught in the backyard, and countless fish. None of them helped in slowing down the request for a dog.
But they finally wore me down. I had two rules: we had to get a dog from the pound, and we were not going to get a puppy. That’s when we found Captain, a white scruffy terrier mix who shelter workers guessed to be about 2 years old. And our lives forever changed.