I’ve always been a cat person. Always.
Dogs smell bad and are too high-maintenance – you have to take them outside to exercise and poop. Ew. I have a hard enough time working my own exercise and poop into my busy schedule, how on Earth would I manage that for a dog too?
Well I don’t know what happened, but lately I’ve had to the urge to adopt a dog. A bulldog, to be specific. I know, you’d think 2 kids, 2 cats and 2 rats would be plenty of affection and nurturing, but I don’t know what it is – I yearn for more of a companion type of pet. One that I can take kayaking. One that likes to cuddle up to me at night, and loves me unconditionally. My cuddly cat doesn’t come upstairs at night, and my guard-cat cuddles occasionally, but only on his terms. He only tolerates about 10 seconds of petting before he runs away. And I haven’t talked it over with them yet, but I’m pretty sure none of my pets are interested in kayaking.
And I can pretty much guarantee surfing isn’t in their list of interests, either.
So why don’t I just go out and adopt a dog? Well, a couple reasons actually. I have concerns about not being home during the day – I wouldn’t want the poor pooch to get lonely. I also worry about how he/she would get along with the existing residents (pets, kids, boyfriend), and vice versa. So what’s a girl to do? Well, I’ve asked my BFF if I could babysit her little dog occasionally and she said yes, so I’ll start with that. Stay tuned for future posts about my dog-sitting adventures! 🙂