Recently I’ve been thinking about adopting a dog and I’ll admit it would mostly be for its aesthetic value.
I’m only sort of kidding.
I imagine myself sitting on the couch (and by that I mean futon) with the weekend edition of the newspaper (I don’t read actual newspapers) with a beautiful dog lazing about on my lap or near me on the couch (for this scene let’s use a Schanuzer, male, preferably). Maybe when I come home from work it trots up to me and I greet it with a treat from the bowl of treats on the mail table (in this scene let’s say the dog is a Boston Terrier).
While all this seems appealing to me I have this weird “thing” about owning a pet. Well that’s just it, you’re “owning” it. It’s like you’re saying “Hey, so I’m going to own you now. You can do whatever you want, I’ll feed you, you don’t have to work for anything. All I want is your freedom, you belong to me. ”
Plus, if you’re responsible, they’re expensive. You know how for some people (people like myself) going to the doctor seems unnecessary? Well, unless you’re holding your left arm in your right hand and it’s not longer attached to your body in any other way or something like that. Well with pets, you don’t get to decide that they don’t want to see the doctor. You have to take them. Its like having kids. Ugh, kids.
Maybe a boyfriend would cost less.
