So, here's my new thing: I want a dog. It's not such a new thing, actually, because I have always wanted a dog. I have always wanted a house full of mammals, but with the daughters out of the house and the cat population down to one, I've been thinking specifically about a dog.
For a year or two, Husband said that if we didn't have cats, we could get a dog. He wanted one, he said, if it weren't for the stupid cats. Big Mike was the real issue because he wouldn't have handled having a dog move into his territory, unlike Tiger, who I think would make the adjustment and take a nap. Well, it turns out Husband doesn't really want one beyond just saying the words. Dogs are a lot of work, he says, especially puppies, and they can chew up a house and poop in the yard a lot and keep you from going away for the weekend on a whim.
All of those things are true, but I still want a dog. Today, just for the heck of it, we went to Pet Smart because the store was hosting a pet adoption event. We saw big cats and tiny kittens, a whole pack of rescued greyhounds (my dream dog) and then a puppy. The little guy was a boxer mix—rolly polly and brown with a black snout. I picked him up, and he immediately licked my chin and tried to eat my earrings, and I loved him. I really hated to put him down and walk away, but I did it.
Now, I'm at home enjoying the company of my sleeping cat, and I still want a dog. If we can't get one, how about some other kind of furry animals? How about a raccoon like the one I had in high school? Or a wolf? Or maybe a cheetah? I hear they make great house pets.