Amidst everything going on with the hurricane I thought about what it would be like to have a dog, again. See I did have a dog when I was a teenager, but for reasons, I don’t want to explain. (My mom gave her away to a loving family with a grandma who would love on her forever and ever.) The dog is in a great place. But when I had a dog my compulsions were non-existent. I couldn’t constantly wash my hands if someone is constantly licking them; it is easier to let the germs sit.
I knew that I wanted another dog when I came to that realization. I love taking care of things. My therapist says that is the reason I love babies so much. When my focus is on something else I don’t stress as much. I get anxiety thinking about all the things I need to do, but when you throw a warm-blooded being into the mix I can care less about my stresses of the world.
Well, it is very obvious that I will get the dog before the baby. I love small humans, but I’m not ready for one yet. I also need a committed husband first. A dog would be more feasible to take care of by myself. I would get a Pug. I like them, they’re cute and they are small. I could possibly carry them around in my purse. But when I get this dog I will be living on my own. Until I can get a mammal, I will think about getting a fish. They don’t say much.