Then I suppose we were just very lucky with our previous dog. She was given to us when she was 3 years old and she was such a darling. I am the first to confess I had misgivings about handling a large breed, but after seeing how great she was with everybody (me, the children, our birds, other dogs) I realized what a valuable asset such a dog can be. I didn't mind at all taking her for walks, playing with her, etc, especially since I could do it *with my kids*. I simply can't spare the time for kid-free dog walking/training.
Maybe I was also set up for a disappointment/shock precisely *because* my previous experience with a dog had been so surprisingly good (though I never dreamed I'd own one). I mean, first we had a dog with manners that can only be described as aristocratic, and we got her all trained. Then we got this puppy. Of course I wasn't prepared for it.
Again, IF we ever get another dog it probably won't be a puppy. This means we'd have to deal with previous training (or lack thereof), but putting up with a puppy just isn't for me.
PS: I don't want to make my husband unhappy, I really don't. I love how he approaches everything with childlike enthusiasm. When he came home with that little puppy in his coat pocket he wore the expression of someone offering a wonderful surprise. And I'll never forget the day when he arrived and proudly announced, "I bought us two goats" (I nearly fell off my chair... "You bought two WHAT?!"). But sometimes things just don't work out.