Couples who show up at the dog park to gander at the dogs, these are serious couples. One member is usually slightly more gleeful than the other, the other is gazing too far into the future, is plotting a course of spats and tiffs to have over the next thirteen years. That’s about how long dogs live, right? You can’t part ways before the dog dies. Of course, you can’t really part ways the instant the dog dies, either, for decency’s sake. So tack at least an extra year onto this. Can you stick together for fourteen years?
You’re arm in arm, watching other people’s dogs, in lockstep toward getting your own. You’ll be fine. After a year with the dog you’re gonna wanna get on track for a kid, so the kid can get in a few good years with the dog before the dog dies. You’ll stop measuring time in arguments and start measuring it in fatalities. You’ll be fine, I swear it. Get the dog.