New Member of the Family
My long weekend consisted of no less than 3 Thanksgivings: my dad's, my brother's (who hosted his in-laws), and my mom's. This year, among other things, I was thankful for not having to cook.
A highlight of the holiday was meeting my sister's new puppy, Buster, because it reminded me of how I used to love having dogs. I've had at least one (usually more than one) consistently as far back as I can remember, up until about 5 years ago... from D.G. the dachshund, whose name was actually my first documented word, and Maggie, the hyper German shepherd we had during my toddler years that used to let me ride her around like a pony, all the way up to my last -- Josie, the rottweiler, who was the Best Dog Ever. In fact, I can count at least 12 dogs that have drifted in and out of my life, breaking my heart at some point along the way.
I had all but forgotten how much these loveable creatures add to life. Although my house is chaotic as it is -- and the possibility of another heart ache would loom in the future -- dog ownership is definitely something I will be considering seriously very soon. Admittedly, the hassle-free existence of not having a pet has been like being on an extended vacation, but I can't imagine Steven going through childhood without one.
