Okay, y’all: full disclosure, I’ve had an entire bottle of Chardonnay. But it’s Friday, and I really don’t have to be anywhere until tomorrow afternoon. I’ve been rolling the idea of adopting a pet around in my head since I moved back to Denton in January.
At first I wanted a cat since that seemed to be the textbook single white girl living in an apartment type of animal, plus I really do love kitties. I miss the little barn kitty I “sponsored” back in college, but I’m convinced she was given away without my knowledge. I had my cairn terrier Olive the last year and a half of my undergrad, and she was amazing: loved going to the barn, loved going for walks, loved going to the dog park. But when is moved back home after I graduated, she fell head over heels in love with my dad, so she’s “his” dog now.
One of my old high school friends posted a dog in need of a home tonight on FB. He’s a beagle/lab mix and has really drawn my attention the same way Olive did. I really miss having a dog of my own, and with the huge blue funk I’ve been trying to claw my way out of lately, I think it may be a good way to pull me out of my own head.
Living (truly) alone has been harder than I remembered. It’s been hard with my depression to keep my apartment tidy and I’ve been spending all my days off at my parents’ house. I really think that a dog could help get me out of the house and get me out in the in the community.
I don’t know. I may talk with my parents when I go home tomorrow, see what they think.