I agreed to dog-sit for a vacationing friend this week…and I couldn’t be more tickled.
As an already huge dog lover, I wouldn’t have minded. But her 4-legged babies are just a dream to take care of. They tell me clearly and exactly when they need to pee/poop. They sleep most of the day while I’m working. They give kisses, just because. The little one curls up next to me when I fall asleep… this little ball of warmth and love in the curve of my back. It makes my heart happy.
But words don’t do them justice.
I love them.
The only hazard to playing Auntie Peach this week is that it took my (already at max level) desire to get a pup of my own and amp’ed it up a million-fold. However, I am extremely cognizant of the responsibility and commitment of such a decision.
Up until now, the problem was either school, roommates, small living accommodations, worked too many hours a day, boyfriends who were allergic, lack of yard, etc. But none of those items are issues any more. Especially the boyfriends. 😉 There are only two factors standing in the way of my getting a furry companion right this very minute.
- I’m renting. The landlord would make me pay an additional fee for having a pet. She is also hyper-sensitive about the impeccable hardwood floors she had installed a few years ago. As a result she doesn’t want any big dogs living there – small dogs or cats only. But there would still be the house-training and behavioral training to contend with, which does not bode well for her precious floors.
- The freedom I now possess would change drastically. Getaways would require planning for either taking my critter with me or arranging for care. Crashing overnight with friends or a male (if I ever meet someone, that is) would not be an option. My independence is important to me… but is it so important that I’d sacrifice something I have wanted for many, many years?
Tough, tough call. I’m torn. What’s a single girl to do?