Last night I found myself searching the internet for one of these:
Or something. You see, Fussy posted the other day about a subject I've been mulling around a bit. I think there's some itty bitty little minor chance that Bear might stop being such a complete wuss if he had a little companion. Somebody to boss around. Beat up. Bully a bit, and then collapse in a heap to cuddle.
And I know what you're thinking, what I'm thinking, I must be positively certifiably insane to even be considering another pet. Even as I'm typing this, I'm back-peddling. There's no way I want another dog.
If there's even a slight chance that it would change our neurotic mess of a mutt into, oh, I don't know, a DOG, it's worth considering. At least that's what I'm telling myself. To make myself feel better. And not like I'm giving in. Something small. Little to no shedding. Not yappy.
Holy crap, I don't want two dogs.
Someone please tell me I don't want two dogs.