Wow, do I miss having a dog...
I mean, I love Lilly and all - she's fun. She curls up next to me in the evening, demands petting every morning after my alarm goes off, and only sneaks out of the house about once a week. She enjoys terrorizing the children, too, which I'm afraid I find more amusing than worrisome (not that I would ever, ever indicate that by thought, word, or deed when it happens). She keeps us pleasantly on our toes.
But I think she needs a dog to terrorize, too.
This week our local humane society has been blasting every media outlet in town with the message that WE'RE FULL UP WE CAN'T TAKE ANYMORE PLEASE COME ADOPT A PET NOW TODAY NOW! There are cats in the hallway! Dogs sharing cages! Help!
Wednesday morning (or maybe Thursday? I forget) I happened to be listening to the radio station as they profiled their dog of the week. Here he is:
His name's Zander. He's a cutie, isn't he? He's good with small kids AND cats, and I'm sure he'll find a good home pretty easily.
He looks like a good walking companion. And I bet he'd be a great couch snuggler for those evenings when I'm snarking at Project Runway and drinking wine (2 glasses last night! What's up with that show, anway? They messed with it, and I really have to stop watching because it annoys me).
I bet he'd enjoy obedience classes, especially if I could talk Otto into being his training buddy.
Hmm... something to think about.
My kids have to be a bit older before we can take on a new furry one, though.
Until then I'll just have to keep imagining what the future fur-child will be like.
Odds are excellent that s/he will be a rescue, though, with a tale to tell. Don't you wonder what kinds of stories these dogs would tell, if they could?
I do.
