Bored to tears.
For as long as I can remember, I've wanted a dog. I have no clue why, but it could have had something to do with all the dog stuffed animals I had and the Dalmatian puppies on my wall on my crib when I was a baby, which might have impacted me for life.
When I was smaller, I was constantly begging for a dog. I tried to prove I was ready for a dog(my schemes never worked). For a couple of days I even woke up in the morning, early, tied a string to this big block I had with wheels, and walked it around the block (DEFINITELY not enough exercise, but hey, I was 7). The second I got home from school, I ate dinner, did my homework, and went to bed (I didn't have an alarm clock, so I had to wake myself up naturally). I knew NOTHING about spaying and neutering, good breeders, shelters, good food, good grooming, anything. My only goal was to have a cutsie wootsy puppy I could hug and hold to death.
I was always hoping, wanting, and wishing for a dog. Even after I got my first birds, even after I got a bit smart and more mature, I still wanted a dog.
And then came.....Foxy.
Foxy was a male(I know, the name doesn't make sense) Papillion puppy that I babysitted for two weeks. My parents woke me up in the morning to walk her, which I admit was kind of fun, but not waking up early, and neither the poo cleaner job. And she was so dang hyper! Puppies are energetic by nature, but man...she was all over the place! she did have monets where she chilled, but she could be very active.
Foxy knocked some real sense into me, and my want for a dog vanished completely. I focused on birds, a pet my parents agreed on.
And then, in June this year... it came back.
The want for a dog. It creeped on me, unexplainably, swiftly, with no reason.
I thought, hey, what the heck, I'll at least try and show I'm responsible enough.
Well...didn't work. And to this day, I STILL want a dog, and may hopefully get one in the following years. By then I hope to show I'm responsible enough.
Sorry for my spheal, I am, as stated, bored to tears. :p