By Lisa Turner
Updated: December 20, 2015
Originally Published: May 28, 2015
A few months after my partner and I joined our lives, we welcomed Max, our anxious corgi, into our home. At 33, I was beginning to feel the urgency of my biological clock, and Max was the cutest little companion with his short legs and wagging tail. He quickly became a fixture in our neighborhood, charming our building staff and posing for countless photos. He even had a beagle girlfriend nearby, and they would play together with exuberance.
Having never owned a pet before, I soon found myself overly focused on Max’s happiness. He enjoyed four long walks daily, a diet of organic food, a cozy winter coat for the chilly urban weather, and a dog bed that he never seemed to use. A natural fetcher, I taught him that retrieving meant affection, and he became legendary among our friends for his relentless energy in chasing after balls and sticks.
However, after three wonderful years with Max, I became pregnant. We would spend hours together, going for walks and playing fetch, with Max curling up on my lap as my belly grew. One morning, I awoke to the onset of labor, and our lives changed dramatically.
In the early weeks of my son’s life, Max was protective, sensing the significance of the new family member. Yet, he quickly realized that this baby was a permanent feature in our lives, sucking up the energy and attention he once enjoyed. The baby came with enticing toys that were off-limits to Max and a stroller that seemed to loom over him like a monster.
After a few months of navigating our cramped one-bedroom apartment, we made the decision to move to Brooklyn, hoping for more space and tranquility. However, we removed Max from his familiar environment, taking him away from his favorite spots, his beagle friend, and the doormen who doted on him. Instead, we relocated to a noisy area filled with barking dogs and no nearby dog parks. Our new home offered little respite for Max.
Shortly after moving, an incident occurred in our courtyard when our dog was attacked by an unleashed pit bull. While no serious harm was done, Max became increasingly anxious, convinced that danger lurked everywhere. As my son began to walk, pushing a noisy toy cart around our open-plan space, Max found himself overwhelmed. This situation led to feelings of distress for both of us.
Now, at two years old, my son adores trying to play with Max, who is less than enthusiastic about these interactions. With limited opportunities to exercise, Max has gained weight and retreated to dark corners of our home rather than joining us on the couch. I often found myself frustrated, feeling guilty for the stress I had inadvertently introduced into his life.
I wondered why Max struggled to adapt. I felt anger towards myself for finding him inconvenient, especially when he had once brought so much joy. I was determined that I would not abandon him like my husband’s childhood pets had been.
During a recent flight, my son shouted, “Shut up, Max!” This made me realize how often I told my sweet dog to be quiet, leading my husband and me to contemplate whether we should leave our noisy Brooklyn apartment behind. Imagine having our own space with a yard for Max to roam freely, allowing him to escape when my son came barreling toward him with open arms. Wouldn’t it be wonderful for all of us to reset our relationships?
We eventually found an ideal house in a residential Bronx neighborhood, featuring a hilly backyard—perfect for exploring, chasing squirrels, and collecting sticks. The advantages for us included increased indoor space, a quality public elementary school, and a more manageable commute. However, if I am honest, our primary motivation was to provide a better life for Max. After all, isn’t that what every pet owner desires for their beloved companion?
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Summary
In conclusion, the decision to purchase a larger home was driven by our desire to enhance the quality of life for our dog, Max, while also providing a comfortable environment for our growing family. By creating a space where Max can thrive, we hope to nurture a more harmonious relationship among all family members.
Keyphrase: Buying a house for my dog
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