For quite a while now, I have been informing Brian that as soon as our living arrangements allow, I really want a puppy. I have not had a puppy of my own to play with since the 2nd grade when we got our first family dog Shelby. Shelby was so cute and little; we picked the smallest girl and the runt of the litter. She may have chewed up everything and peed on stuff in the beginning but it was totally worth it. When my whole family walked in the door with a full grown 2-year old that was Bailey (our current dog) I was pretty bummed that we missed out on his puppy year. Bailey would have been a very cute puppy. Brian family's dog gave birth to a litter of adorable Springer pups and I love looking at pictures of them.
But the more I think about having a dog, I don't know if I ever will. I hate things being dirty, I hate washing animals, and I hate the hair. I hate the way my hands feel after petting a dog or cat. I don't like the way houses can come to smell like the animals that live there and not the people. Maybe a puppy isn't in my future, but I still love to see them.
