I must confess, I’m not a dog person.
I always thought I would be. And I really like the idea of being a dog person.
But as it turns out, I’m not.
I’m not a fan of dog hair on my floor, my furniture, my clothes, or anywhere other than…well, attached to the dog. And considering the fact that their stinky drool sweet kisses give me hives within seconds of “application”…I just think I’ll enjoy looking at them from afar. Thank you.
But today…?
Today I wanted a dog. A beautiful black lab, to be exact. Like this lovely lad I snapped on the dock of The Black Dog Restaurant on Martha’s Vineyard, early June.
Isn’t he beautiful? Dashing?!
Not that I’m discontent with our fun-loving, energetic, pellet-fetching Beta fish {ahem}…but you know, a dog sounds good. Today.
The reason I’m longing for a pup this windy night?
I’m practicing procrastination.
I’m thinking dealing with the dog hair and hives might just possibly be more scintillating than sweeping my kitchen floor for the 247,528th time today. Picking crusty tomato skins and smashed blueberries from the linoleum beneath my sons chair {with my fingernails} is steadily becoming one of my least favorite things to do with my free time.
Call me crazy.
The floor beckons me.
I’m stalling.
By blogging about stalling.
And about how wonderful having a dog sounds this evening.
{Goodnight}
