Dogs. Siberian Huskies. Bulldogs. Labrador Retreivers. Shar-Pei's. Rottweilers. Growing up, my siblings and I begged to get a dog. It never happened. So here I am, 29-years old, and the urge to own a dog is still as great as it was when I was 10-years old.
The older I get, however, I notice my perspective changing ever so slightly. Now, I start thinking about both the pros and the cons of being a dog owner.
- I would have a loyal companion.
- I could take my dog hiking and camping.
- It would hopefully get my family momentarily off my back about getting married and having a family.
- Dogs are adorable.
- Vet bills.
- Paying for dog food.
- Dog hair. Everywhere. I am anal retentive and like a clean apartment. This is a big factor.
Until I allow myself to make that decision, I will just have to enjoy friends' dogs. Or perhaps the random dogs that my brother and I find while walking around camps in Minnesota.
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