I have a confession to make. I am a cute little puppy dog lover. The cuter the better. I love me some puppies. So much so that I contemplated for ages on how I, a person that is always out and about somewhere and absolutely HATES getting up in the morning, who breaks out into a rash every time I even think about walking a dog, could possibly fit one into my life and home. Oh I thought long and hard folks. It would be so wonderful coming home to this cute little adorable creature that only wants to love you up as soon as they see you.
I'm so obsessed that I would stalk the website of a local pet store here in Maryland, www.justpuppies.com just to drool over the cute little furry babies. Then reality hit.
My brother calls me to ask if I could dog watch his (really my mothers) little bichon for the weekend as he was going away on a ski trip. I said sure, no problem but suddenly realized we were about to be hit with a blizzard that weekend and walking a small dog in 2 feet of snow was not my idea of fun. Then I remembered the last time I dog sat....that damn dog started whining to go out at about 5 am. On a Saturday! When he noticed I was not going to get up to take him out just yet his whines became louder, then when that didn't propel me out of bed his whining became loud constant barking so I had to drag my ass out of bed at O Dark Thirty to take his little ass out to walk. If that wasn't bad enough, EVERY second he was out of my sight that little shit would cock his little leg up to mark his territory....all over my damn house...on my damn rug....on my damn furniture.
I said to myself oh hell no! I took his ass to a doggy boarding facility and boarded him for the entire weekend.
I don't want a puppy right now. Who am I kidding...EVER!!
If I ever feel that ping of dog mommyhood calling I'll just go to Just Puppies and play with one of their puppies.