The other day I was going through a free press magazine that always has a dedicated section on pets to adopt. It’s been a year since our beloved dog / dillusional-dog-person passed away and that void has remained incurably empty. Sure, she was irreplaceable but a new pet dog would surely help heal that wound, no?
I believed as much about 8 months ago when I was confessing this to my best bud; delirious at the prospect of finding a solution to this emptiness I thought it a good idea to venture off to our nearest dog shelter to have a quick browse. Yes, you see, in my head I had distanced myself from the situation so clinically that I was convinced I would not be affected by the wagging tails, the wails of begging, those puppy eyes. If you’ve ever had a dog, you know that this is quite simply an impossible feat. I fell in love with half the dogs at the kennel and when I left the place, I couldn’t stop thinking about one in particular that I connected with. This was on a Friday afternoon, so in my instant decisiveness I spilled the whole deal to my boyfriend and pleadingly urged him to at least do me the favor and succumb to paying a visit to the shelter. Never having a pet dog before, my boyfriend couldn’t really see what the fuss was about. Of course, in my complete girly naivety I was certain that his heart would also melt upon entering the shelter. So convinced was I with this, that when I went shopping on Saturday afternoon, I bought a dog leash on a whim — after all how would we take our new pet dog on a walk Sunday evening after we had brought it home?
All of these were quite definitively in my head, because as soon as we got there, we played with a a few puppies and while I was bonding with the dog I would live the next 12 years of my life with (at least), my boyfriend was mostly humoring me. We left the place empty-handed. I still don’t know what to do with the red leather dog leash. You see, one can always keep hoping.
Recently I stumbled onto the freakishly hilarious textfromdog blog and I feel like I’m reliving moments with my old dog as I read those hilarious text messages. Dog lovers everywhere, this blog nails the whole frazzling experience. It makes me feel less pathetic about owning a dog leash, but no dog.
Anyway I leave you with some of my favorites. Have a random day!