As a kid one of my main goals was to get a dog. My grandma who lived out of state had a dog, my cousins had a dog, my friends had dogs, I read books about families with dogs. In my mind being able to care for a dog every day would be ten times more interesting than pretending that my baby dolls were crying and feeding them with little plastic bottles so that they would stop.
I wanted something real. I wanted a living breathing animal to care for. Correction, I wanted a real, living, breathing and cuddly animal to care for. I would ask my parents for a dog. I would ask Santa for a dog. I would see a dog walking on the street without an owner and hope that it was lost so that Continue reading “Dogging around”


