Her fatal flaw? She liked me better. So, the very next Saturday, we went out and got Gertie.
Gertie is a lovely salt-and-pepper schnauzer. She was skinny and athletic. While Babette was content to snooze wrapped around my neck, Gertie romped and played with Paul. When Paul would dare leave her and go to another room, Gertie would mourn him. She would howl with love and stand at the door from which he exited, willing him to come back with her mind. After a long, cold Illinois winter, we got them housetrained. All was well. We swung by the same store we had bought Babette 'just to look' while we got the girls' hair cut.
That's how we got Amos. Amos was impossible to housebreak. He figured out how to poop and pee under our futon, where there was barely room for him. He would stand on the back of the armchair on his hind legs and cry until a) he slipped off the back with a yelp or b) he got what he wanted - you to pick him up and hug him. He's not happy if you are ignoring him. As I am typing this, he is standing on his hind legs nudging my left hand with his nose and wiggling his tail hopefully. He was born with springs in his legs and is the most sensitive to your mood.
Those our our three dogs. They bring a lot messes into our life, but they bring even more joy.