I want a dog. Not really, but I think I want a dog. We had two pretty great dogs we had to give away because of Will's allergies. I miss them, but I don't miss the mess or responsibility. I've decided I need to rent a dog.
I don't know what kind I want, or which one will bother Will. I love bulldogs and basset hounds, but know of their problems too, so i would want to kind of stay away from that.
It's gonna have to be female. No more testosterone in mi casa.
I hate dogs that fit in purses. That whole idea is just plain stupid. I would paint a bulldogs toenails, but only if her name is Francine.
It can't shed and I would like it to protect me from criminals. However, it can't be too big to where it kills my grass. That's a bugger.
Any suggestions? I'm sure someone is going to post that maybe I don't need a dog, and that's fine. I probably don't. But I tend to believe the line between needs and wants is very blurry.
Maybe I should get a stuffed bulldog and name her Francine. She can wear a pink tutu.
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