“Someone help me! Help me! Help me, pleeeee-heeeeeeease….”
Every few months, I get the Puppy Fever. And right now, I’m sweating it out. I mean, look! How completely adorbe, right?
I want a dog.
No, let me rephrase.
I want to want a dog.
I want to want to want a dog.
Whenever I get this way, I have to remind myself what a big commitment and responsibility it is to have a pet. I don’t have the best track record. I kill house plants, people. All the time. I also remind myself about all the “cleaning up,” etc. that has to be done with a dog. This usually helps the Puppy Fever to pass quickly. But for some reason, this time, it’s not sticking. It’s kind of cute, right?
(I’ll admit, my current Puppy Fever is most likely fueled by the story I’m working on. My guy has dogs. And it’s dreamy.)
So I’m wondering….for a semi-stable, semi-responsible chick like me, why should I NOT get a dog? Huh? Tell me now, or forever hold your peace.
I’ll be waiting, and looking HERE.