Jamie.

I want a dog I want a dog I want a dog I want a dog.
Also, I don't want a dog.

I have a longstanding habit of announcing every dog I see. "Puppydog!" I will exclaim, interrupting anything you might be talking about. Lately, when I'm with Jenya I've taken to having the following conversation with her.

Puppy dog comes into sight, being walked or driven by some lucky sumumah-bitch.
Alana: That dog is so cute.
Jenya: Yes.
Alana: That woman (or man) is lucky to have such a cute puppydog.
Jenya: Yes.
Alana: Some people don't have any puppydogs.
Jenya: This is true.

I like to make it seem like it's Jenya who is preventing me from having a puppydog, but really it's just me. I don't want the responsibility. I never thought I'd say it, but now that I have one, I quite like having a cat. Low maintenance, filled with love, and hanging off the window screen when he wants to come in.



But I wouldn't mind having a part-time dog. One that I could keep an eye on for a few hours a week. Take her for a couple of walks or runs and then hand her off to her live-in human companions.