I got a dog when I got a decent flat after I became single. She was a golden retriever. Utterly charming. She was like a Houdini, always getting out from her kennel. She even chewed off her leash.
I had to give her away when I got Plato the servicedog. He was so skinny and nervous looking, he was difficult to love. But his gentle nature, always happy and eager won me over big time.
When I heard I had to get another servicedog due to age, I was really depressed. I had to give him away. But one after another backed off until the point I was to get Memo. I decided to try to have them both, and it was just changing my life. It was such a dynamic to see the two of them in action.
Memo is the serious one. It took weeks before he wiggled his tail after he moved here. The wiggling has increased by the week and he is the most affectionate dog you could imagine.
I had to get a bigger bed to have space for them both. Luckily my boyfriend also loves dogs. When we get married we do face a problem, though. Will there be space for the four of us?