Puppy porn
I have led a pornography-free life for more than 40 years, even during the height of Real Estate Porn in San Francisco, until we began looking for a pet.
Now I surf the internet at odd hours, poring over the differences between a Shepherd-Lab mix and a Lab-Shepherd mix, and staring into the soulful eyes of hundreds of willing, eager puppies. I am on first-name terms with the managers of local dog shelters, and have visited with a number of the caged dogs. And Beloved, I know why the caged dog howls...
When my husband and I married, my roommate's dogs - Jake and Happy - went to live with their grandparents in Arkansas. They felt like my dogs too, and I miss them - particularly Jake, with whom I formed a lasting friendship.
Richard and I are going to adopt a dog from a local shelter, saving the one life our lease agreement allows us, and we're going through the process of meeting the candidates.
One of the challenges we're facing is that I've never met a dog I couldn't like. Particularly those medium sized mutts who have been rescued from Hurricane Katrina and need some extra love. I want them all. And we're just going to have one. Argh.
Another challenge is the fractured bone (5th metatarsal) in my foot. Richard (wisely) doesn't want us to adopt anyone until I'm well enough to run around on the beach with him/her. Right now, I'm still limping in low gear. Argh.
So really, all of my late-night surfing for puppy love is in vain. It will be another month or two before I'm back up to speed, and shelters don't hold dogs for you. First come, first serve, and if the medium brown dog with the tender eyes is gone when you get there, he's gone.
posted by Woman In Love @ 9:12 PM
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