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My kids profess to be dog people. I am not. My rule is that nothing comes into my house that can’t--with proper training--clean up after itself.
Whenever I’m forced to repeat this rule (and with four girls who believe a dog or dogs would complement our house nicely, it’s a lot), my wife simply rolls her eyes. The unspoken message is that if I were to strictly enforce this cleanliness rule, I would not be welcome in my own home, nor, I suspect, would my offspring.
Regardless, I have stuck to my guns--even beating back the recent offensive launched by my younger brother who got his first child and a dog within a span of 24 hours, forever disproving the rumor that “everybody” in my family was allergic to dogs. I never did like that kid.
