I have been a frequent visitor to the Wisconsin Humane Society website lately. Like really frequent. I am on that site at least a couple of times a week.
This morning there were about eight or 10 adorable puppies, Dalmatian mixes and Shepard mixes, that were all adopted by the end of the day.
I have been fighting the urge to get a puppy for awhile now. Mostly because as cute as they are, I know how much work they are.
My ex-husband and I had a Springer/Chesapeake mix. He was the greatest dog. He was also about 90 pounds at his heaviest, and a little difficult to take care of, on my own, after I got divorced. He went back and forth with the kids, before he was put to sleep a couple of years ago, for a variety of medical reasons: he had bad hip displasia and Cushings disease and was in a lot of pain in the end.
The thing is, I really miss walking a dog. It still feels strange to me, all these years later, to go on a walk without a dog. Of course I also miss how they clean your kitchen floors of all the crumbs and scraps of food that the kids manage to leave lying around.
So, in an attempt to get off the fence, one way or another, I am watching a friend's dog over Easter break. Since I believe I am the only person I know not going somewhere warm (my kids are going to Florida with their dad), I will either enjoy having a little companion around and all that unconditional love. Or, I will be totally annoyed when this little teddy bear dog wakes me up too early, has muddy paws that need to be washed or has an accident on my carpet.
Feel free to send us a postcard! I'll let you know how it goes.
