Somehow, during the first class of the quarter today, I got to talking about my sweet Superdog.
Well, I mean, she is amazing.
And, don’t get me wrong, I love her. When it thundered Monday night and she was scared, I rolled over in the bed and cuddled with her until the thunder stopped and she quit shaking. Of course, when I rolled back over to sleep, she started panting, but she’s a little quirky, too.
I love animals. I grew up wanting to be a vet – until I realized that I pass out at the sight of blood. No, seriously. I have.
As a kid, I was the proud owner of (not all at once, mind you) multiple dogs, multiple cats, a hedgehog, hamsters, gerbils, a newt, an albino frog, random fish, raccoons, turtles, rabbits…Have I left anything out? It’s natural that I would want a large menagerie of pets as an adult.
I almost brought home another pet a few weeks ago. I went to the animal shelter. BIG MISTAKE. I cried for days afterward because of one black dog. I still have doubts as to whether or not I should have adopted her right there. But, as my husband pointed out, I can’t save them all.
Though I might try.
In the future, when we move out of our cottage into a larger house, I do have a list of animals I would like to live with me. Husband may disagree.
First, I asked for a sheep. I’d still like a sheep. Actually, I’d like a lamb, but as lambs grow up to be sheep, I don’t want our sheep to stomp Superdog. Because she is small, and sheep are dumb. What? They are!
So I said I wanted a potbellied pig. And I still do. Seriously, how amazingly cute would it be to have a 35-lb pig running around your house? =) Course, then my husband said, “Well, if you get a pig, don’t be surprised if one morning you wake up and find the pig missing and me cooking bacon.” Thanks a heap.
Now, I’ve decided I want two cats – we’re going to name them Gumbo and Jambalaya. Even though I have a hard time spelling Jambalaya. And I want two big outside dogs. I said one, but I think I want two. No names picked out for them yet.
Husband agreed to the two cats and a dog – after Superdog passes. But I want one before she goes. Of course.
But, let’s be honest: Here’s what I really want:
I want my Superdog.
I want my sheep named Zelda.
I want my potbellied pig.
I want Gumbo and Jambalaya.
And I want my two big dogs to run with.
That’s right. All together.
Only eight more months til my birthday, after all…