No, this isn’t going to be about me finding a husband or even a boyfriend for that matter. This is merely about getting myself an animal as a companion.
I’ve lived alone for three years now, and for anyone who knows me, it’s for the better. I would be walked on way too easily and most likely clean up after anyone I lived with. I did that during summers in NYC and San Francisco and didn’t mind whatsoever, but I could see how the type A self that I am could be overwhelming I’m sure at times. With that in mind, I have been trying to convince my parents to allow me to get a dog for years. Here was my process of elimination:
1) They’re fun but not requiring too much love and affection, like a baby would be doing for instance
2) They’re not as Chelsea Handler said stupid and poop in boxes and try to cover it up with kitty litter — I also have the literal spawn of a cat, named Gray Gray, who I will not elaborate on — he’s not worth the typing of the fingers. Let’s just say no go with cats
3) I think it could be a great pick-up tool. I am hoping men do this as well in cities? If not I will start a female pick-up revolution — women getting hit on by men because of cute dogs they have in tow
I have narrowed it down to these three breeds of dogs — I want a small dog, because I am a small girl and have no interest playing with a dog who could potentially cause me harm in my sleep. I think I would name the doggie either Norton or Dexer — perhaps Stewart. I like really dweeby awkward non-dog like names. Here are the three I love:
1) French Bulldog
2) Boston Terrier