How We Got Prim


Marriage can sometimes seem like a war, and many times the battle takes place at Compromise Creek, where really, compromise is the only solution.

A little give and a little take. And in the case of this post, a little puppy.

It got to the point where I would completely tune out whenever Sarabeth showed me puppy pictures from the Internet. I felt like a jerk, really – a cold-hearted monster. I mean, who doesn’t like puppies?

In my defense, I didn’t see the point in looking at a bunch of pictures of puppies if I can’t hold them and play with them. It’s like watching the Food Network – how can I enjoy it if I have no idea what all these great-looking foods even taste like?

For a while I was against the idea of getting another dog. I thought one should be sufficient. I love our dachshund Pixie, so why would we need another one?

So I finally broke one day and said, “Here’s the deal. If you find a dog you want, show her to me and we’ll discuss it. Until then, stop showing me dog pictures.”

And the deal was made. Of course, I was thinking she wasn’t going to find one. But, of course, I was wrong. So very wrong.

She found a blue and tan dachshund puppy and there was a list of people waiting to have her. I thought, I’ll look like the compromising good guy and agree to it. Chances are, someone else will get her. Mwah, ha, ha!

Two weeks later I mailed in our deposit, and the next week we were heading out into the country to pick up this little squirt I planned on having no attachment with.

I didn’t really connect with her on the drive back, as I was focussing on getting home before dark, but Sarabeth certainly made a connection with Prim in her lap for two hours.

My connection with Prim came when I took her out to the grass for the first time and she peed – outside. And then she followed me, bouncing and tripping and stumbling over the grass.

Then I was hooked. And I’m sure I’ll never be the same.

I’m pretty bad at this, but it’s kind of like this with God. We can’t make a connection with Him just by reading the Bible or going to church. We also need to pray, and take the effort to communicate with Him.

I think the greatest compromise of all time was when He said, “I’ll die for you, if you’ll just talk to Me. Connect with Me.”

Also, if your spouse ever wants a dog, don’t say no. Just give a little, and a little puppy will give a lot back …hopefully in the grass.

Check out Sarabeth’s blogs for more pictures of Prim: The Dachshund Blog and From Flats to Lofts

Published by Andrew Toy

Writer when I'm not being a husband or dad. So mostly just a husband and dad.

5 thoughts on “How We Got Prim

  1. Snorts – daddy felt the same way with me until mom brought me home and I was snorting all over the place. Now, it’s like I’ve been here forever. XOXO – Bacon


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