Ok, time to make the puppy post.

 

This has been on my mind non-stop for the last couple of days.  I really want to get a puppy.

 

Now, I know what you’re thinking.  You’re thinking, “What about the cats?  What about your ferret?”

If you weren’t thinking that, shame on you.  Do you really know me? 

 

I’m just kidding.  Well, what about the cats?  That puts me in a tough spot.  Justin doesn’t want them.  I don’t want to have to take care of all three of them, yet I don’t want to split them up.  I think it would probably be a good idea just to put an add in the newspaper, and give them a new home.  Hopefully, a home that wont declaw them.  It breaks my heart that they are going to have to suffer because of all of this, but right now, I don’t think I’m capable of doing anything differently. 

What about Tycho?  Well, my mom and dad said they would take him.  So the only issue is getting him back to Canada.  Do I have to drive up there to do it?  Is there a chance that we could stick him on a plane, even though it will cost 250 bucks?  I don’t like that Justin has to be taking care of him.  I worry enough about him being able to take care of himself. 

 

So, on to the puppy.  Why do I want a puppy?  Because I don’t want to be alone, and another human right now is just dangerous.  I don’t want to look to other people.  People will hurt you.  I want a puppy that I can teach, and nurture, and love.  I want a puppy because he will love me back no matter what.  I want the challenge, and the distraction, and most of all, the company.

Yes, I’ve thought about the money.  Yes, I’ve thought about the messes.  Yes, I’ve thought about the vet, and the training, and the lack of sleep.  Yeah, I’ve thought about having to take him for walks.  To be quite honest with you, the idea of going to a park every day for an hour or two just to play is kind of relaxing…centering. 

Now, the puppy stage would be the hardest.  I’m not the most available person right now as far as my time goes.  I would have to get up early to take him out, come home on my lunch break to let him out, and then rush home after work to make sure he goes out again.  I don’t even know how long puppies can hold their issues.  I know puppies chew on things.  I know they make messes, and puke, and all of those wonderful things.  I’ve dealt with a ferret, I think I can handle a puppy that will grow out of it.

 

The thing is, I’m worried that I will rush into this, and then regret it.  I’m worried that I’m making a decision on impulse, and that it’s not the right move to make right now.  So I keep thinking about it, and keep asking people what they think, and keep trying to figure out of that’s really what I want to do.

 

But every time I think about a puppy, my brain says yes.  My heart says yes.  And the idea of not being so lonely… that’s an easy thing to want to grab on to.

 

 

How could I not want that?  I mean, really?