I am a dog person. Nothing against cat people. I don’t for the life of me understand you, but I am sure you are still good folk. I just have always been a dog person. By the way, cats sense this and they stalk me. They crawl up on me and refuse to leave me alone. They are like Hari Krishnas in the airport trying to convert me.
Anyway, I remember having dogs for a lot of my growing up. I just always assumed when I “grew up” I would have one too. Actually I did briefly buy a dog on a whim in graduate school. 3 months and $750 dollars later, I gave him to a family who lived on a farm so I could move to Chicago. I am sure my parents will be leaving a comment on this post detailing the stupidity of this dog ownership decision so I will just leave it at that.
So every once and a while, the hubby and I discuss it. Never with much seriousness because we have 2 toddlers and we like to travel on a whim and who would watch the dog. And who would walk it (the hubby) and take care of it (oh alright, probably the hubby). And we have these 2 little kids who would think it was cool for a while, but it would be just like having another toddler around, except one who is much more likely to poop and pee on the furniture. We are already at high risk for that as it is, so really why add one more stress?
Cause I really, really want a dog sometimes. Not the house covered in dog hair, or the barking, or the caretaking, and especially not the vet stuff. But the snuggling and the cuddling and the curling up on your lap while you blog, that I want. I have this strange affection for pugs. Actually any breed of dog that is so homely it is adorable (bull dogs, boston terriers, etc.). So every once in a blue moon I go lurking around Pet Finder looking at the cute, adoptable dogs just to fulfill my doggy desires. It’s like window shopping for a pet. Looking without any intention to buy.
A couple of days ago, I stumbled upon this:
Ok, seriously. He is a puggle/bulldog mix. Could you just eat him up? And that face is just saying, “Please, please take me home.” And his name is Max which is coincidentally the name of my dog I had for 3 months back in ’99. Man I loved that dog (for 3 months). Do you think it’s a sign? So somebody talk me down off this ledge. Cause I am thinkin’ Max would make a great Mother’s Day present. Or a Scooba. Do you think a Scooba will cuddle with me while I blog?