Dear Fanny,
I so relate to the 11:30-time-to-ice-the-tea change of pace you mentioned. That’s pretty much my M.O. also. This morning, I’m still sipping my hot Earl Grey and wasting time on the internets. My current obsession: dog rescue sites. I go through phases of wanting to get a dog, and right now I’m in the thick of it. We live in a dog-friendly building, and I just can’t help but think about it…I can’t have a cat again, since Charles is violently allergic to them, but I feel the need for a warm, fuzzy somebody to cuddle with.
What is it, exactly, that makes us want and love our pets so much? This other creature who loves you and lets you rub on them and talk to them in dumb voices. I’m not lonely. I’m not bored. My life, in fact, is a little crazy (in a good way). But I can’t help but want…
I mean, how could I not love this guy (his name is Winky, btw):
Or her (Jeannie):
And then we could do doga together and play in the dog park and cuddle and go for walks…Sigh.
Charles is even worse than me: he can’t even look at the pictures without planning to go get one of them immediately, and after a few pages, he’s ready to go to the adoption van this weekend. I’ll let you know if we soon have a furry addition to the family. Snuggle all your babies for me!
xo
Caitlin
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