“I simply don’t fit into the category of staid, conventional people.”
That’s what Dostoevsky said about himself before he wrote “Crime and Punishment.” Well, Fyodor, buddy, I feel your pain. I may not have spent 10 years exiled in Siberia or have gambled my way into a 43,000 rouble debt to the Russian mafia, but otherwise, I totally feel your pain.
There are times when I am fairly certain that John Mark and I have a streak of quirky abnormality that I haven’t witnessed in anyone else. I mean, I have some quirky friends, don’t get me wrong, but we have a strange, spontaneous abnormality that raises its mischievous little head at some very inopportune times.
Here’s the deal: we love big dogs. Little sissy dogs that can fit in palm of your hand have no place in our house. We can acknowledge the cuteness factor in small dogs- we aren’t completely heartless- but we have a weakness for big dogs. John Mark is 6”4′ (did I put the apostrophes in the correct place?), so it makes sense that he would like big dogs. Now, I am 5”4′ and have yet to come up with any excuse for this whole predicament.
Wait, did I say predicament? Oh, yeah, right.
Meet the predicament.
This is Layla. She’s an 8-week old bloodhound/great dane mix. She’s also the newest member of the Marling household.
I know that liking big dogs is not abnormal, but actually getting a bloodhound/great dane mix on top of the crazy red furball mutt puppy we already have? That probably doesn’t count as “staid and conventional”. In our defense, we weren’t exactly looking for another dog. Layla just kind of… happened.
But I like it. I like that Jack will have someone to play with when Layla gets a little older. I like that my 6”4′ husband is pretty much in love with her big floppy ears and abounding wrinkles. I like that she is super sleepy and lazy and sweet. I like that she has a little puppy pot belly and makes eating noises when she sleeps. I like that she has enormous paws that make her awkward and clumsy.
My biggest concern with getting her (though dewormed and vaccinated for only $15 from Craig’s List) was the ridicule we would most likely have to endure from our family and friends for getting another huge dog. Our yard is sufficiently large, so I wasn’t worried about space so much. What normal people pay for 387 channels of cable television we will pay in dog food and bones, so it evens out financially. I only dreaded the judgment of those who might think that sometimes we are just a little flighty. But then I realized that spending my life worrying about what other people think is a fairly unhealthy way to live, and we went and got Layla.
So, please don’t ridicule our choice of entertainment. To ensure that you don’t, I will entice you with really cute puppy pictures: