I've really toyed with the thought of taking the leap and getting a dog, but it's a lot of work. A lot of work that I'm not sure I'm ready to deal with. I like cats, but I would never want one in my house. I know a lot of it is based on selfish reasons like, liking sleep, and not wanting to be tied down to being home at certain times, and having to deal with kenneling etc when I leave town for extended periods of time. I also hate the thought of training, I don't have a ton of patience for that.
I am constantly looking at Clint and Ande as the best pet parents I know and all the devotion they have for their dogs. I just don't know if I have it in me. I know that I can translate this directly into I don't have it in me to be a parent either. I love BooBoo but she's been a nightmare with teething and I'm happy to walk out that door. I love the twins, but terrible twos would put me in an asylum. I can relate a little too well to the mom's who go batshit crazy. I get it, and I don't know that I want to put myself in a situation that I wouldn't be able to control 100%.
Maybe I'll grow up eventually and be able to handle it, then again maybe not. For now I'll just adore cute puppies from afar and babysit when the mood strikes.
She was supposed to be in bed, not scooting on the driveway
The morning after staying up too late scooting


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