Well, okay. So technically they’re not “monsters.”
A brief background: My roommate (we’ll call her Sally)started thinking last year that it would be fun to have a puppy. Now, I am not a dog lover. I am a dog FANATIC. Love all animals more than I like most people. I have had puppies before. I know that they can be a real handful, and a lot of responsiblity. I begged her, if she really, really just had to have a dog, to go to the SPCA or something like it to give a home to a needy ADULT dog. (She’s in law school plus working…she’s hardly ever home.)
Well, she totally ignored my advice. (Actually, it was more than advice. I told her I DID NOT want to live with a puppy.) Promptly went out with her boyfriend and got not one, but TWO (yep, two!) GREAT DANE PUPPIES!!!
Anybody who’s ever had a puppy can imagine the havoc these two cute bundles of joy can wreak. However, I am a pretty laid-back person, and we have been friends for years. Plus, like I said, I’m a dog lover. So I’ve been putting up with the torn up papers, toys, clothes, you name it. The mud caked all over the back sliding door. The feather pillow torn into shreds. The drool…everywhere. (You can bet I am careful to keep my door shut nice and tight!)
Then they took a chunk out of my couch, and Sally neglected to mention it to me. I kept waiting for her to bring it up with an apology. If she had done this, I would have let it go at that. After all, the couch is still usable and the hole isn’t that huge. But she didn’t say anything, and I got mad. Really mad. (There’s actually a lot more to why I got mad, but I won’t bore you with those details, too, since they aren’t related to the dogs.) We had a big blow up and it ended with her basically admitting that she had been totally wrong and being extremely apologetic.
So move to today. I just got an email from Sally telling me that the dogs have again attacked my couch. I haven’t seen the extent of the damage yet. She appears to feel really bad about it. She wants to buy me a new one…says we should go shopping this weekend. And I could keep the new couch at my boyfriend’s so it wouldn’t get chewed up, too.
I’m not sure what to do. One the one hand, I did warn her that the dogs would do these things. It was her responsibility to watch them and make sure this didn’t happen. And it’s not an old, beat-up couch. I bought it just over a year ago for about $400.
On the other hand, I feel a little uncomfortable letting her buy me something so expensive. And I know that puppies (especially two Great Danes!) can be hard to control all the time.
I’ve asked two level-headed people for their advice, and they gave me conflicting answers. So I turn to you, Dopers. Should I accept the offer of the new couch?