6:26 p.m. ||June 21, 2005
Dogs
I don't think anything makes me smile more than dogs. I love dogs- especially little ones. I want a dog but I don't think they're allowed here. Alhough my neighbor who is on the first floor and one removed from my apartment has a dog. He(looks like a he anyway) looks similar to a boxer but is tiny, he is also black and white. I think maybe he is a Boston terrier. Anyway the neighbor is playing with the dog outside right now. I can tell how much she loves him, she speaks to him even though she is deaf and her speech is very slurred. It makes me feel pleasant inside to know the dog makes her happy. My dog Chewie, the pomeranian I had for 10 years passed away a year ago last Wednesday. I still cry when I think of him. My mom and step father still have 2 pomeranians. One that we got while Chewie was alive and another one we adopted shortly after Chewie passed away. They are great dogs too, but they're not my dog. Chewie was my baby, my shadow- now I don't have a dog. I'd rather have a dog then a boyfriend. Dogs give unconditional love and they don't talk back. Sure they bark but so don't men. Since I'm now looking at apartments again, I will try to move into one that is pet friendly. And not just cats. Call me cold but I can't feel the same about a cat. I would never hurt a cat but I don't think I would ever be attached to one either.
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