Oh To Have a Dog
I saw these beautiful photographs on sfgirlbybay and was instantly filled with longing.
Oh to have a dog. And slim ankles. And fantastic boots. Sigh.
I am desperate for a dog. One day it’ll happen. If only so I can get the plaque I saw recently that said “children are for people who can’t have dogs.” The Sweetie and I laughed and laughed and I couldn’t wait to prominently display it for those who think it is okay to ask why I don’t have children and then give a faint sniff of judgment. I stopped laughing and put the plaque down when I remembered that I don’t, in fact, have a dog and it would just make me feel like a loser with commitment and responsibility issues.
I keep putting off getting a dog partly because of my aforementioned commitment and responsibility issues, but for valid reasons as well. For one, I have a canine hating cat. I have witnessed the cat chase loping Labrador retrievers and scratching the noses of feline friendly canines. I worry that I’d bring my old shelter dog home and the cat would instantly attack, making it’s life a living nightmare. The cat is a persistent, wily grudge holder. I know this for a fact, having been the object of his disdain for years since coming between him and The Sweetie. Despite the fact that the cat now coldly tolerates me, I still suspect that one day he will find a way to murder me in my bed. Nonetheless, he remains irresistibly cute and has seniority, therefore his comfort must take precedence.
Along with the lovable but murderous cat there is also my ongoing dream that soon The Sweetie and I will travel to India for a few months. We have been formulating this plan for a decade now and aren’t actually any closer to making it happen, but it feels like it will any day now, sort of, and what would I do with the old shelter dog then?
So I wait. And dream. And pine for a lovely dog I could call my own. As I stare wistfully at pictures like these, envying the lucky portrait people and their lovely dogs and shapely knees.
