Wanting a Dog

My husband really wants a dog, but I don’t. In fact, I don’t even like dogs. We have a cat, and I like her well enough. She’s fuzzy, cute, a bit of a terror around yarn, and she doesn’t require attention. I have enough to deal with without trying to make time for an attention-loving pet. I could just see my life now. I’d have to stop what I was doing multiple times a day to take the thing for walks, and it would definitely mess up my carpets before it was house-broken. I can also see it wanting to lick me or sit by me on the couch… and dogs smell, you know? No, this just can’t happen. I’m glad we live in Encino CA apartments that don’t allow pets over a certain size.

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