Tuesday, July 31, 2012

Puppy


Meet Raz, my new puppy!

Okay, so he really isn't mine but my flatemates' new puppy.  And okay, he isn't technically a puppy anymore.  Let's face it though, calling him a puppy makes him sound cuter, and the poor guy needs it.  His head is a bit horse like, his eyes a bit small and placed far back like a deer, his ribcage too big for his short little legs, and his nose is practically missing.  But when he comes to greet me at the door tail wagging after a long day at work he is adorable. 

He is actually the perfect way for me to have a dog.  While I have wanted another dog for years, I understood that it wouldn't be fair to the animal.  I am not home often enough to provide the kind of attention that a dog would need. Plus, to be frank, I am a bit of a commitment phobe.  Having decisions like where I can live and my schedule determined by another being is the worst possible scenario. Clearly, as a dog owner, I would be horrible. 

That is why this is an ideal situation.  I get to have someone greet me with joy and attention when I get home.  I get to play catch when I want to, wander around the dog parks when I want, or cuddle on the couch watching a movie when I want.  All while not having to worry about waking up to walk him, or where he will stay when I go to Cairns in a few weeks, or the pile of bills.  I get to practice being the fun aunt who comes in to play but doesn't have to worry about disciple or financial responsibility.