My DH grew up with dogs and had no desire to have one. The kids were scared of dogs---at first---but then decided they would like to have one. Still no budging by DH. Finally, when my son turned 15, my DH caved. We went shelter-dog hunting and came home with Buddy, who is a Lab mix.
Buddy is a wonderful. terrible dog. All at the same time. He will eat anything, and spends a lot of time in the kitchen counter surfing He has mastered a "jump-reach" technique that allows him to get at nearly everything there. ( The only safe place for anything is on top of the toaster oven).
He plays a mean game of "catch me if you can" by running circles around the first floor (darn the open floor plan and lack of doors) with whatever he has stolen that he's not supposed to have!
He is untrustworthy let outside because he will get a gleam in his eye and dash out of the yard to do his own track meet running through the local yards.
Oh, and he has this thing about other dogs on leashes--gets all crazy when he sees dogs on leashes.
And did I mention he sheds?
BUT.....he will jump up on the couch and snuggle with me, especially when he's tired.
He has a beautiful face and cute freckles on his nose.
He follows me around as though I am the most important person in the world. And he always is excited to see me when I come home.
He doesn't judge me, makes no overwhelming demands on my time (other than feeding and regular exercise) and I love him to pieces.
He is my Stitch--often with a high "badness quotient", but in the end, just wants to be part of the family.
Maura