“Your mother needs a dog,” RG Daughter’s summer job boss told her.
“There are SO MANY dogs in your area that are up for adoption that would be great for you,” says RG Daughter on this night, as she peruses the online options in Florida from her dorm room in Colorado. So easy for her to say….
I had a dream last night that I owned a calico cat, and she was so sweet and soft and cute. When I woke up, I half expected her to be curled up at the foot of my bed, because the dream was that real.
RG Daughter said this evening, “No, you need a dog. One that can walk and run with you.”
She has a point. Everyone has dogs here. I could meet people at the park, at the beach, on the street–if I had a dog.
But they require so much maintenance. True, I would walk a dog to sleep, as far and as long as I can walk, and now run. Also true, I work restaurant hours, for God’s sake. Doubles. No breaks. Welcome home little pup–you have to spend the next five days in a crate! Somehow, I don’t think that is fair. To either of us.
And as I come home after 12 hours on this stormy night, only to find the tiny-sized brother/sister lizard of the one I tossed out of my apartment last night, I wonder three things: Should I name this one and keep it? Should I get a cat that will surely kill it? What do I know from dogs, and how do they feel about lizards?