I love dogs. So much. And it has occurred to me that I didn’t always. I had a practical phase in which I decided I wouldn’t have pets in my own adult life because they were an unnecessary expense. Oh, past self. There are many things I regret and that ignorant thinking is one of the smaller things.
Anyway, I’m away from home this summer and working with a group of people who only have approximately 6 weeks to get to know me (not nearly enough). Now, on week 3, they’ve established that my love for dogs is greater than theirs by most measures. We went to the coast yesterday and I was able to pet 15 different dogs. Talk about pure joy. And yeah, the beach was nice too, I guess, I mean, it’s a beach and there’s sand. (Just kidding, it was beautiful.)
My point is, well, what do you love? We’re certain beings. We know what’s best for us and we work to make those things happen. I was certain at 12, maybe, that I would never get a dog. Now, I plan on owning as many as financially and spatially possible. They’re a beautiful creation, I mean, really. As long as you’re not allergic, religiously opposed, or possessing some backstory that leads to fear, pls adopt a dog. Ok, sorry, off topic.
I guess what I’m trying to say is don’t be so certain. You’ve got so much future ahead of you. Don’t make these outlandish claims that you know what’s ahead for you because 9 times out of 10, you don’t. Life is unbelievably unpredictable. If you had told me 3 months ago that I’d be in Portland, Oregon right now, with a bunch of southerners, I’d laugh. That’s just one example of how our lives are not our own. We’ve got to be flexible and accepting of everything coming at us.
So, grab that dog with open arms. And love the changes life throws at you. We’ve really got no other choice.