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The Dogs

Tuesday, March 10, 2009
I'm going to share something that is, well, widely known about me. I've never been an "animal person". When I was growing up we didn't have a lot of pets (besides a few gerbils, a salamander, and a tree frog.) Having things other than people run around the house is a new experience for me.

So now that I'm living with a friend who has dogs (note the plural), I'm facing the challenge of living with pets. If you've never lived with them, you don't know that:
  • cleaning up after them isn't necessarily fun

  • conversations are meaningless

  • they won't listen to you if they don't know you

  • some noises are "normal"

  • some noises are "not"

  • dogs can snore, too

These are all things I'm learning.

Now, despite all appearances, I'm not complaining. Some people like dogs, and this is a chance for me to find out more about those people. It's alien to me, though, and I'm just having to grow. We'll see who goes mad first!


Blogger Laura said...

eventually the pitter patter of little paws (or in my case, big honking paws) becomes normal and rather comforting. So much so that when there is silence, you start to worry.

Kind of like small children.

6:47 AM, March 13, 2009  

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