I've got baby fever, and not the kind you would think. It's more like baby dog fever. I apparently shouldn't have real children. Some girl at work the other day told me I should have my ovaries removed. Granted I made a joke about being tired and sticking a child in a closet. I guess that's not something you joke about. Not that I in any way even want a real kid. But a puppy, that is a baby I could handle.
And I know it will be hard work. I am under no disillusion that having a puppy won't be one of the hardest things I've done. I know he will whine at 6 in the morning to go out. I know he will nip and chew on things. I know he will pee on the floor and cost me plenty of money.
But I also know that he will be loyal and love me no matter what. He will look at me and I will melt. He will jump up to cuddle me and we will know that we belong together.
I have barely spoken to my mother in two months. I have family close but really only close enough for me to see them infrequently. I feel like getting my puppy will be like building my family. Unorthodox, yes. But my family none-the-less. I always pictured it as me, a dog, and a cat. I mean I assume some other person will come in to the picture at some point. Actually, I expect and hope for it, but until then, why not start building my unit now, when I have the resources and time?
