When we left Darwin back in February, we sadly had to say good-bye to our beloved dog Angel. Although we all dearly wanted to bring her, it just wasn’t possible for a multitude of reasons.
Anyway ever since the kids (ok me), have been wanting a new fur baby to bring home, and it’s just a matter of finding the right one, and getting him/her at the right time and right price.
The actual breed of dog we will get is a rather hot topic. Whilst Boatman would like a beast of an animal that will need to be transported in one of those horse carrier things, I’m leaning more towards a smaller dog that can sit comfortably in the back seat.
Specifically, I want one of these.
A Cavalier King Charles Spaniel. Or, alternatively, one of its popular mix breeds like a Cavoodle (cross with poodle) or Cockalier (crossed with cocker spaniel.)
Anyway, long story short, last week Boatman is flicking through Facebook and discovers that just down the road (like the next town over, not the next street), someone is selling two gorgeous Cockalier Spaniels and they are available this weekend.
I may, or may not have squealed in excitement and then started thinking of a name, and mentally planning all the beach days and camping trips we would take her on. Oh and we could pick her up on BJ’s birthday which would just be so special and wonderful, and…
Cue sound of a scratching record as Boatman brings me back to reality.
“Jess. We can’t afford to get her right now.”
Talk about a slap in the face.
I mean he is right; unless he were to get a pay rise tomorrow, getting a puppy now would not be the wisest choice. But my heart was not thinking wisdom right then. More just the word, “puppy!!”
So being the reasonable person that I am, I threw a mini hissy fit about ‘why show me in the first place then,’ and took to Facebook to commiserate with the #teamIBOT ladies about how my dreams were being shattered and other kinds of dramatic exclamations.
Together we brainstormed ideas of how to obtain the money necessary to purchase the puppy, and then I was thinking how I really needed more than that because the car rego was due, and sadly that trumps puppy, and then the realisation hit me. It just wasn’t going to happen.
Two days later, I get a pitch for sponsored post in my email. The company wanted something that would fit with a post I had in my head to write anyway, and seeing as it would almost get me enough Puppy money, I took it as a sign.
I was going to get my puppy after all!
Oh all the possible names we could call her! We would train her to be well-behaved, and she would hopefully get along with the cat who we did bring and….
Once again, cue record scratching.
For those of you not in the know, a sponsored post is a blog post that a company pays the blogger to write. Sometimes it’s on a specific topic, and other times we are given freedom to write what we like, so long as it fits with a link and attached to the specified key words. The ACCC guidelines revel that a blogger has a legal obligation to disclose paid content, a fact I have only been made aware of this week. Prior to that, I, (along with the great majority of the blogging community,) just viewed it as good form. If I’m being paid to write, you, as the reader, have the right to know it.
Anyway, it turned out that the sponsored post that was going to give me the almost enough puppy money (though in actual fact would have been almost enough car rego money), and restore all my dreams, was dead set against the idea of disclosure. Instead they wanted me to pretend that I just normally include random links to businesses on my blog, just for the fun of it.
Or in other words, act in a way that is in my mind, completely unethical.
They even offered to pay me more to do it.
That puppy was so close.
You know what’s hard? When you know that doing the right thing, will mean you don’t get to see the joy on your kids faces when you bring them home a little furry bundle. Or that a birthday will be special just because it’s a birthday, and not super special, because you’ve got a new friend.
Knowing that they would miss out, when instead I could potentially ‘get away with it,’ made me all kinds of sad.
But the right thing is the right thing, and so I said no, I wouldn’t do it. The blogger audience relationship is built on honesty and authenticity, and this wasn’t just about a puppy, or extra cash or any nice perks; it was about respecting the people who so graciously spend their time reading this little patch of the internet.
There’s a school of thought that says that when you do something right, the universe will bless you with what you want anyway. I don’t believe in the universe having any power personally, so that doesn’t work for me. I believe in God giving good gifts when we are ready for them. But regardless of how you look at it, I did have the slight hope that by saying no, somehow, miraculously, we could still get a puppy.
And we won’t.
Not this weekend anyway.
Instead today we enjoyed the arrival of the sun, and walked along beach cliff tops, and met an old man with the exact type of dog we want. And we patted that dog, and it actually hugged Taylah, and so gently put it’s head on Ava’s lap as she sat in the pram, and reinforced why that’s the kind of dog we want to get.
But that was all.
Sometimes, you do the right thing and you get a puppy.
And sometimes, you do the right thing and that’s reward enough in itself.