Dogs are wonderful.
Dogs are, as the above cites, a real pain in the butt.
Check your rental agreement. Just because the previous tenants had dogs, doesn’t mean your agreement allows pets. Also, having a dog may make it *extremely *difficult to find your next rental.
When and if you do get a dog (hopefully in the future, because I too, think you are not in the living space or time in your life now) please remember that in my office, whenever a man came in with a small dog, he was instantly surrounded by about eight or nine very attractive women from the property management and insurance departments. Small, cute dogs are chick magnets.
Small dogs have smaller poos.
A puppy is an awful lot like a new baby. I was up several times during the night for several weeks to take our Clover outside before she got to the ‘sleeping through the night’ part. They need tons of time, attention and love.
They will pee and poo on the carpet until the housetraining is perfected.
Caring for a dog properly is expensive. Adoption fees, spay/neuter, shots and then updates to the shots. There’s food, accessories like leashes/harnesses, licencing. They need toys of their own. A bed, a crate. GOOD food, not supermarket food. Dental care. (I’m not joking, ours has toothpaste and a toothbrush.) Dog school. Revolution flea treatment from the vet. Pet health insurance.
Caring for a dog properly involves your TIME. Dogs ain’t like cats; they want to be with their people/pack. They need cuddle/pet time, play time, walky time.
When you come home from work, at what? Six-thirty at night! …and you’re tired, are you going to want to play with the dog, take it out for a long walk? What if someone asks you out for a drink after work, or dinner? You can’t go. You have to go home and take the dog out first. Meet a girl? Sorry, no, you can’t go home with her or out for dinner with her. You have to go home and walk the dog, and love on the dog first.
You can’t go. Your first obligation has to be to your dog. Again: you can’t go. You cannot just leave the dog alone in your apartment by itself.
Like to sleep in on the weekend? Uh-uh. You have to get up and walk the dog. Every day. For the rest of the dog’s life.
Overall, nine hours alone in 300 square feet does not sound like a happy life for a dog, I’m sorry. The only reason I finally got a dog was because my husband has his own business and he takes her to work with him every day. (She’s small, and has a space of her own when he’s with clients.) Also we own our own place and have great access to a regional park (my back yard ends where the park starts).
Unhappy dogs are destructive dogs and dogs that are not fun to be around.
Dogs are destructive as puppies. Maybe not all, but be prepared to lose shoes, shirts and more. (Clover discovered buttons, and the delightful fun of chewing them off clothes. I learned not to leave laundry out.) She’s also fond of chewing comforters to get at the fun fluffy stuff inside.
Dogs eat gross things (leave it! is a good command for any dog to master) and roll in gross things.
Don’t get a dog.