I can’t take this anymore. My heart is bursting…needing, wanting. I long for a dog. Is this what it’s like to want a baby? To long for a child? Time flies by when I’m at the animal shelter. Every time, I want to adopt. I’m not even thinking clearly. All the responsibilities, the time commitment, the consequences. I want to take one home.
I even have a name. Gatsby. Because he’s great.
(If anyone takes my dog’s name, I will go on a rampage. Don’t do it.)
Pictures from the last animal shelter visit. I could’ve taken either of them. The chihuahua mix was alert, but not too frisky. Cuddly. The other one was dopey and dumb, but affectionate. That’s what I want. Sedate. Hypoallergenic. Lap dog. Loveable and loving.