We are thinking about getting a dog. E is the driving force on that one. It's not that I dislike dogs, it's just that I dislike their smell, their jumpiness, their hair shedding, their barking, their breath, their neediness, their weeing and pooing everywhere. Apart from that, I'm dead keen on the things.
For me, the ultimate dog-deterrent is that terribly sad and pathetic sight of otherwise fairly self-respecting humans walking about with a little bag of warm dog poo in their hand. I'm sure this would never have happened in pre-Fall Eden.
But the other day I actually saw a sight that was even sadder, even more pathetic. A big furry dog had stopped to do some important business, and was in that vaguely obscene semi-crouch that dogs assume, giving it his all. But where was the owner in all of this? Averting his eyes? Taking the opportunity to fiddle about with his phone? Oh no. He was standing behind the dog, holding his tail up in assistance.
Come, Lord Jesus.