About 35 years ago I guess I was a glutten for punishment or just to young to know any better. My son was 8 months old and we bought a 8 week old basset puppy. They were both a lot of work, but they grew up together and were totally inseperable (sp). When we took our son to pre-school for the first time the dog cried all morning until time to go pick him back up. They were 14 years old when our beloved basset went to the bridge and it was several years before we were ready for another dog. Today my son is owned by his best friend "Mr. Dooley" who is now about 7 or 8 years (a basset rescue). Mr Dooley has visited with Grandma this weekend and now he is sitting in the window watching for "his Daddy" to come pick him up. I know we each make the best decisions we can when we have to make them, but I've never regretted my boys growing up together.