There’s no sense in creating a big lead up to the heart of this post. Bill and I adopted a dog. His name is Slider. Or actually, his legal name is Electric Slide but, no he doesn’t know the dance, and he only answers to Slider. When he wants to.
As long as I’ve known Bill (we’re into our ninth year of knowing each other), I’ve mentioned I’d love to own a dog. I’m sure at the beginning of our relationship (most of those nine years), Bill would ignore the comment and move on. Knowing him, he probably avoided the topic all together. Bill has never been a dog person.
If you ask him, he has fond memories of a shelter beagle named Pound Puppy that he had for several years as a child. However, most of what he remembers is, “He was a great rabbit dog.” That’s not really the glowing endorsement for the kind of animal I want living in my house.
As Bill and I’s relationship grew ever-more serious, I continued to bring up the dog issue. It was never a fight but I dropped a fair amount of not-so-subtle hints that I would love to own a dog over eight years. Who wouldn’t want to own a dog?
In fact, Bill would tell me, he wouldn’t. Not in the slightest.
However, I’m nothing if not persistent. I’m not going to lie. I had to really talk him into this whole situation. I mean beg and plead my way into it.
One Sunday afternoon, as Bill and I were lying in bed reading and talking, I decided to bring it up again. Wouldn’t it be nice to have someone/thing greet you each night when you arrived at home? Wouldn’t it be fun to have a dog to go on walks and hikes with?
You might not be surprised to learn Bill told me a flat out no to all of those. But somehow, after an hour or so, I convinced Bill to at least consider looking for a dog. Lots of compromises were made along the way. I really wanted a beagle. After having owned one before, Bill was adamant that a beagle was off the table. Something about too much howling.
You can read more about how we landed on a greyhound and eventually Sider on Bill’s blog but that takes us back to the beginning.
We adopted a greyhound named Slider.
Bill has written at length about some of his, less savory, characteristics. I’d like to tell my side.
Slider is goofy. Slider is stubborn. Slider is 100 percent a hoarder (I never said Bill’s side was untruthful!).
He’s also super sweet and cuddly and can’t get enough of me. Oh yeah, he likes Bill enough too.