Compromise

So for a few months now JJ and I have had this battle being waged over a dog. Yes, a dog. JJ loves dogs and has wanted one for years. I have had it with having pets for a looong time and don't want a dog. It is not that I don't like dogs, because I do. It is just that I am content with not having a dog or a cat after my experiences with the cats. I don't want to deal with it.

But, JJ loves dogs so much. He has wanted one for years, his dad used to breed and train dogs so he always had dogs as a kid, and feels he is missing something by not having one. Knowing this, I finally told him at some point soon he could get a dog, as long as he was responsible for it pretty much completely. Well, that is when he dropped the other shoe: the dog he wants more than anything else is a Rottweiler. NO! They are big and aggressive. Why something so powerful? I felt that just the fact I was willing to get a dog was compromise enough!

We have gone back and forth, mainly with humorous myspace comments, in an endless dog battle. I thought a nice chocolate lab would be a good compromise. They are good-looking dogs and still big, but not aggressive. But no, that was not good enough, if he couldn't get the dog he wanted, he didn't want one at all. Blah blah blah.

But then something magical happened. He happened upon a picture of an English-style chocolate lab. Pictures of what they look like are above. Way way back in the day this breed of dog was mixed with a Rott so they have some of its blocky-head and stocky-body features, but with the temperament of a lab! So we decided we will probably end up getting ones of these. There is a breeder in central California that JJ is supposed to talk to tonight.

I don't want a dog. But we are getting married and compromise has to be part of it. I think we both won the battle, I hope anyway.