No Pup Yet

I woke up today convinced that I needed to wait, and so wait is what I'm going to do.  Moon is just starting his teenage stage, and I may have been lulled into complacency by Oliver, who is a very mild dog and whose rebellious stage was glaring at me one day when I told him to go outside.  I said "Oliver, are you rebelling?" and he immediately trotted out the door.  

Moon is cut from sterner stuff, and I want him bullet proof around horses-he has to be in order to fulfill my fantasy of going off to the stable, dog in tow, yadda yadda.

I'm a little saddened by the sure knowledge that the world is full of nice dogs, and another nice dog will come along when I'm ready.  I feel like letting go of "the one and only" notion is a sign I am becoming jaded.