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
