July 28, 2002
Today we were given permission to get a pet. Not a pet as in a fish or a bird or anything. As in a pup or a kitty. Our landlord came over today and told us that if we wanted a dog or a cat, it was fine with him. That was the only thing holding us back. At least that's what we were telling ourselves before this afternoon. According to our lease, no pets were allowed (even though there is a dog door in the garage). So now we must decide. It would be fun to have a little friend around, but it also would be a lot of work. And, in the future, it could affect where we can rent if and when we move. Shane's mom thinks we should skip the pets and go straight into having babies. My parents have never been dog people, really. We had one dog when I was little. Zara. She was an afghan and loved to lay in the street. She was nothing but trouble. She was a very stupid dog, from what I can remember. Not only stupid, but an ugly, ugly dog. Mom, if you are reading, can you please tell me what ever led you two to decide to get that dog? Please, tell me you found her somewhere and out of the goodness of your heart, decided to take her in and save her from being put to sleep or something like that. After her, we stuck with cats. However, dogs do have a strange affinity for my mom. They all love her and she could pretty much care less about them. It's really weird. I wouldn't mind a kitten. I think it would be a lot easier to move with and care for than a dog. If we got a dog, we would want to get a beagle. They are so very cute and good dogs, but they can get into trouble, which kind of worries me. If we had a beagle, we would name him Otto. Sigh.
Now is not a good time, seeing as we might be leaving the area for a few weeks. I guess that gives us time to think about it and make a wise decision. Shane has already informed me he knows where the Human Society is in town.