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Why I’m Purchasing a 3-Bedroom Home for My Dog
Hey there! So, let me share this wild decision my partner and I made: we’re buying a three-bedroom house for our dog, Benny. A few months after we moved in together, we adopted Benny, our adorably quirky corgi. At 33, I was starting to feel the pressure of the ol’ biological clock ticking, and boy, this little guy with his stubby legs and wagging tail was simply irresistible. He quickly became the unofficial mascot of our neighborhood, charming doormen and posing for photos, and he even had a beagle girlfriend down the hall for playful romps.
Having never owned a pet before, I became a bit obsessed with Benny’s happiness—okay, maybe a lot obsessed. He enjoyed four daily walks, organic dog food, a cozy faux-shearling coat for winter, and a fancy dog bed that he barely touched. Benny became legendary among our friends for his fetching skills. I taught him that fetching equaled love, and he would zoom after anything we threw like a furry little rocket.
Then, after three blissful years, I became pregnant. Benny and I spent countless hours together, playing fetch and snuggling on the couch until my belly got too big. When our son, Leo, arrived, Benny was initially protective, sensing the baby was something special to guard. However, it became evident to him that Leo was here to stay, and let’s just say, he wasn’t thrilled. The baby’s incessant crying and the mountain of toys he couldn’t touch made Benny feel like he was living in a chaotic vortex.
We soon decided to move to Brooklyn, hoping for a little more space and peace. But, we pulled Benny out of his comfortable Upper East Side life into a noisy, gritty neighborhood filled with barking dogs and no dog parks in sight. To make matters worse, Benny got attacked by a loose pit bull, which left him on high alert. As Leo started “walking” with his noisy plastic cart, Benny felt cornered in our open-plan space. I was overwhelmed with guilt and frustration.
Now, Leo is two and desperately wants to play with Benny, who is not exactly keen on the idea. He’s put on weight due to lack of exercise, and honestly, he’s become pretty reclusive. I find myself constantly scolding him, and I couldn’t help but feel angry at myself for finding him inconvenient when he once brought so much joy to my life. I vowed Benny would never meet the same fate as my partner’s childhood pets.
Recently, during a flight, Leo started yelling, “Shut up, Benny! Shut up!” and it hit me how often I tell our sweet dog to be quiet. That’s when my partner and I seriously considered moving again. Wouldn’t it be amazing to have a yard for grilling and for Benny to escape to when Leo came charging in with a “Big hug for Benny!”? A place where we could all reset our relationships.
So, we found this fantastic house in a residential area of the Bronx. It has a charming little backyard—perfect for Benny to explore, chase squirrels, and hoard sticks. Of course, there are perks for us too: more indoor space, a great public school, and an easier commute. But if I’m being honest, the main reason we bought the house was to improve Benny’s life. Isn’t that what every pet parent wants for their furry child?
If you’re on a similar journey, check out this great resource on pregnancy and home insemination at March of Dimes and learn more about fertility options from Fertility Booster for Men.
Summary
In summary, I’m buying a three-bedroom house for my dog, Benny, to create a better environment for him and to balance family life with our son, Leo. This move aims to provide more space and a safer setting for both Benny and us.