What’s a Girl Gotta Do To Get a Puppy Around Here?
ByI want a puppy. Husband knows this. In fact, it was part of The Marriage Deal. No new kids. So, we get New Dog instead. This was five years ago.
About two weeks ago, friends of ours got married. (The bride is now an official LBB.) And, guess what her wedding present was?
A puppy.
Cutest thing you have ever seen. In fact, he so damned cute, he doesn’t look real. Rather, he looks like a stuffed animal. (Husband didn’t respond to my shoving my laptop in his face with my Facebook page open to the posted picture, saying, See? See? Isn’t he cute? He remained silent.)
The fact is because we live in such a small (temporary) space until our #^%&^!! house gets built, we do not have room for anything else that breathes. (See these earlier blog posts, here and here, for a somewhat explanation.)
If I was single, I would have a menagerie of animals. I’m sure of it. (Of course,I would live in a much larger place, too.)
I grew up on a farm where I had (in no particular order)
- a horse (well, about 16, but only one was mine)
- a dog – or two, or three (the number could never be determined because they would just wander in and kinda stay)
- a parakeet,
- an aquarium (the number of fish could never be determined because the Siamese Fighting Fish didn’t get along with anyone),
- a donkey
- a hermit crab (hey, he counted),
- cows (yes, they counted, too),
- two gerbils
- cats (the number could never be determined because, well, have you ever been in a barn? They come. They go. They have kittens. They come. They go.)
Oh, I’m sure there were others but who could tell now?
Now I’m married. (And, no, I won’t give into any animal-husband jokes. I have my standards.) This means, Husband gets a say. So, we have plants. (More than Husband wants based on the look he gives me every Fall when I haul them back inside.)
So, I dream. Of one—just one — little fur ball that can lick your face and love you more than they even love themselves. Some day. Sigh.
3 Comments
November 5th, 2009 at 11:13 am
Perhaps your recently married friend just got very, very lucky in her selection of a husband! ;o)
November 5th, 2009 at 11:39 am
Man…I would have LOVED to grow up on a farm…and have all those animals! Actually, I’d still like to grow up on a farm.
I agree with you that having a dog is nice and I don’t think a house is a home without a cat that honors you with its presence now and then.
November 7th, 2009 at 10:04 pm
Oh, Ed, I would say so! And, Marianne, yes, it does feel a little barren here. I am used to animals being here, there, and everywhere!