I don’t have a pet.
Shocking, I know — especially if you’re a faithful reader of the Blue House Blog. It may seem that everyone here has a furry companion waiting on the stoop when they get home. And that perception would be fairly accurate. I think I am one of maybe three magazine staffers who is sans critter. But (guilt) I’m OK with that.
Not that there hasn’t been ample opportunity to adopt the seemingly endless supply of strays that wander
through the neighborhood. I think the word is out among street dogs; “Want a home? Go to the Blue House. There are still three people inside that don’t have dogs yet.” It wouldn’t surprise me to find them all lined up outside the door one morning. Sitting there, all combed and smiling, begging for a family.
But as they say, timing is everything. Currently my free time is spent chasing after my one-year-old son. And, truth be told, I’m not sure I’ve got the energy to clean up after a four-legged friend in addition to my two-legged tornado. I’m sure some day we’ll have a puppy, once my kid is old enough to help care for one. Every boy needs a dog…right? Um, just not right now.
In the meantime, I applaud my colleagues for opening their hearts and their homes to man’s best friend. It’s a big commitment, but they’ve embraced the challenge and I’m sure they’re rewarded daily with wet, sloppy kisses and the unwavering devotion only a dog can offer. I do enjoy the (almost) daily visits we receive from one staffer’s dog or another. It seems that every day at the Blue House is “take your dog to work” day. And that’s OK with me. Just as long as it doesn’t turn into “Staci, take a dog home” day.
Whew, I can only potty-train one living being at a time… I wonder if the List can help? Hmmm…
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