[Warning] Story with pics follows. For the actual question, skip down to the last paragraph [/Warning]
Back in November of last year, the night before my girlfriend’s birthday, I was pulled over for speeding on a [deserted] road. The fine was $155, with the option to either pay it or do community service and have it stricken from my record with no information going to insurance. Obviously, I chose the latter and decided to go to the local humane society to do my work. I quickly fell in love with the place and despite working off my requisite hours several months ago, I continue to volunteer there as often as I can.
About a month and a half ago, I became particularly enamored with Jessie. She was extremely cute, reasonably well behaved although a bit too energetic. She also seemed to like me a lot. I decided to get try to get her.
As I’m sure anyone who is reading this has figured out by now, I am a minor and getting a dog requires parental permission. This proved more difficult than I had anticipated. They quickly rattled off several reasons for not adopting a dog, all of which are valid. They included the fact that I am an incoming high school senior and in a year would be leaving them with a dog, and also that we are a family which likes to take week-long vacations during my breaks and doesn’t have anywhere where we could take a dog while we’re gone. However, they agreed to go to the humane society and take a look at her.
It was at this point that the problems really started. I took my parents individually and for each parent, she behaved much worse than she did for me alone. When I tried to take her for a walk, she burst from her pen as soon as I unlocked it and hurtled through the “hallway” for a minute until I caught her and wrestled the leash on her. While walking, she frequently strained on the leash. In short, my parents stated that they were not particularly impressed with either her appearance or behavior. I attempted to negotiate on the issue but it appeared to be closed. Since my foiled attempt, Jessie’s behavior has not improved despite some efforts on my part to get her to walk better, and while I still play with her extensively when i visit, I have more or less given up on giving her a home.
About a week ago, Berg showed up at the shelter. Having been absolutely fascinated with Huskies since elementary school, my interest in him was piqued. However, I recalled several books and web sites stating that Huskies are strong willed and independent. Despite this, I decided to get to know him better and over the course of several visits, he has shown me that he is very playful and as obedient as one could expect from a puppy who had previously been running wild. He is very friendly and other than a playful biting displayed by almost all puppies, his behavior is great.
Today, I decided to cast aside my fears that my parents would accuse me of disloyalty and being “prone to passing phases” and inquire about him. I showed my father the picture of him, and for some reason, (we are originally from Russia, the country identified with the Husky, and my dad had a Shepherd in his youth), he was much more agreeable to Berg than Jessie. However, he still related all of the problems that we had in general about taking a dog.
So, the puzzling question. How does an middle class family take care of a dog? It seems to be a laughable question at first; the stereotype of the American middle class household is the nuclear family with a companion dog. However, upon thinking about it, I don’t know the answer. Surely not every family that travels leaves their dog with a day care service which charges $15 per day. Dogs survive when their owners go to college. Speaking of which, how difficult is it to get a dog on campus. I understand that at many colleges it is mandatory for freshmen to live in a dorm; after that, however, is it difficult to find a place which allows dogs? Generally, how do people, and dopers in particular, deal with the problems presented?