We're crazy, right?

When Spencer and I were dating he was sure to tell me he loved dogs. 

But he didn't tell me until we were engaged that he loved them so much that he wanted four dogs. 

And it wasn't until we were married that he told me he wanted to start that pack now. Like, today. 

He searches every single day for the perfect dog. I swear he's an expert about all dogs. Any dog you could think of, he knows if they are good with kids, can handle living in apartments or if they need a house and yard, if they are good guard dogs or if the slobber a lot or if they are calm or hyper. 

Anything. 

I do love dogs, but seriously. He really really....really loves dogs.

But yes, it would be fun to have one so we have been discussing what dog to get while we still live in an apartment. Believe it or not, we have discussed these dogs:

The American mastiff

German Shepherd 

And a Newfoundland. 

They are all bigger than me. 

Insanely so. 

Are we crazy?

(Trust me, they all do well with minimal exercise and living in apartments, ask Spencer)