But not like, a bleeding heart liberal, really. I’m pretty socially liberal, but that’s not the point. I want to bring home all of the animals.
In fact, I almost brought home a dog this past Thursday, because he was a breed recommended by the AKC for allergy sufferers and he was already housebroken. But I’m also constantly complaining about being broke, so I ultimately decided it wasn’t a good idea. And it wasn’t, but you know, I regretted it anyway. He was adopted out this morning.
After the Nash incident, where I adopted a dog I thought I wasn’t allergic to, I quit looking for about two weeks. And then I was back on the stuff, checking shelter websites multiple times a day for a dog that I might be able to keep. This is a totally heartbreaking process, just so you know.
Steve is allergic to cats and I’m allergic to dogs. It’s a good thing he’s basically everything I was looking for in a partner, because if he wasn’t this awesome, I might have picked a cat. Just kidding. (Sort of.)
I know this post is weirdly personal and not at all related to sex, toys, or relationships, but this is still a lifestyle blog right? I’m really hoping someone else struggles with this, wanting to cuddle and feed and house everything they see. I actually kind of want to adopt Pandora Box from the second season of Ru Paul’s Drag Race, but I don’t think drag queens are the same as cats.
If anyone wants to send me a Bichon for my birthday, that would be rad, and I would love the hell out of that little bugger. Just kidding sort of.