The Greatest Debate
For the most part, I think of myself as an "equal opportunist" in that I love both dogs and cats. [GASP!] For most of my existance, cats have been part of my life. I feel like I have a connection to them. I understand them. They understand me. I love dogs too although I must admit, I prefer large and giant breed dogs. Of course there are several small breed dogs I enjoy and I could actually see myself adopting one some day. Maybe.
Here is the thing. Please don't judge. My husband is a cat person. He is a real, genuine, goes up to a kitty on the street to pet her, cat person. Of course he loves Finnegan and he likes dogs. He just is not a dog person. Or at least a normal sized dog person. Here's the thing, he has a thing for certain types of dogs. The type of dog from which I tend to shy away. The type of dog who would bite me when I was a veterinary technician. The breed of dog who knew I did not take them seriously as a d-o-g. And of course what are the breeds my husband feels an affinity for? Of course, toy, small, miniature, teacup, itsy bitsy tiny dogs you can stuff in you shirt and carry around. Ugh.
For all of you who have small dogs, don't get me wrong. It's not like I categorically dislike them. I love my friend's weird little mix who kicks his sibling's Irish Wolfhound butt. Tavo, a dynamic chihuahua, is strangely adorable and funny. I, personally, would not select a small breed dog. Apparently, my husband might. And I am okay with that. I'll just find him a nice little European carryall to carry his lap dog around town.