As you may have gathered, I have some cats. I'm a cat person.
But I think I might also be a dog person.
For the past year or so, I have been desperately wanting a dog. Joel and I talk every day about what kind of dog we'd get if we could get a dog (it's kind of like how much wood could a woodchuck chuck). But we can't get a dog. Our house is too small, we're not home enough, we travel too much, and oh, have I mentioned that I have cats? Max will tolerate a dog over his dead body. He had to go upstairs last night because the surround-sound on the DVD player was scaring him. I can't even imagine all of the hidden pee-stains I'd be cleaning out of the rug if we brought home a dog.
But that doesn't stop me from wanting one. I want a dog to go on hikes and walks around the neighborhood with me. I want a dog to take for runs in the park. Basically, I guess I need a running partner. But what I really want is a dog.
Our neighbors have a St. Bernard puppy. It looks like an oversized stuffed animal. I want it.
Some people down the street have a bulldog. It waddles down the street with purpose, like it has someplace important to be and it's LATE. I want it.
My boss has a lab. I want it.
Lucy Camden has a Great Dane. I want it. (She can keep the yorkie.)
But I can't have them. We don't have the space, we don't have the time, and, honestly, I don't have the money for another pet. So I guess I'll just sit here, looking on craiglist at all the Free To A Good Home dogs, daydreaming. And thinking up names for my hypothetical future dog.