I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again.
Every dog needs a child and every child needs a dog.
Knowing that kids exist without a dog makes me want to cry. Ok, not really cry, but it bums me out, and don’t tell me about how sad starving kids in Africa are… we’re not talking about that right now.
I say this as someone who didn’t have a dog when I was little. I got a cat as a consolation prize from my mom after my dad left in elementary school but cat’s are judgemental bitches, even my much beloved Stormy who I turned out to be deathly allergic too, I loved to her pieces but by virtue of being a cat she was a judgemental bitch… and I mean that in the most affectionate way.
Then we (the “we” at my dad’s house) inherited two dogs. A dumb as rocks cockapoo named Anna Mae and a morbidly obese beagle/chihuahua mix named Molly who got run over by a street sweeper and was horribly disfigured as a result. Molly also may have been part cat because she was a judgemental bitch. But not in the endearing way that Stormy was. Moral of the story is I fell madly in love with both of them and swore if I ever had kids they would have a dog. They would always have a dog.
So we do have dogs; two, formerly three.
And it’s a beautiful thing.