It’s Spring here. It’s still subzero but there’s tons of sunshine and the snow is not piling in ever increasing mountains. More importantly, the temperature is not in the minus double digits. When you get used to minus 35, zero feels like a heat wave. Canadians every where are trading their snow boots for shorts.
Spring is time to clean up. When the snow starts to disappear, it leaves behind a ton of dirt on everything from roads to grass. The roads will be cleaned via rain thanks to Mother Nature. The grass needs a good raking but homes too need a good clean up. People everywhere start opening windows, dusting and cleaning their homes. Everyone is doing it. Even me. But I have a problem.
I not only crave cleanliness and sunshine and blooms. I crave puppies.
I’d like to say that my hubby will keep me from getting one more pooch but he’s a therapist and a big believer in ‘validation’. (Side note: Validation is a therapy process by which you tell the other person how they make sense, even when they’re a little old lady who wants to get a puce mohawk). Odds are, he’ll encourage me to get not only one but two puppies.
So? Allow me to explain.
One dog is work. Two is a pack. Three is insanity.
Someone once said that when you have a couple of dogs, getting another isn’t any extra work. They were lying. It’s extra work. Exponentially more extra work.
Plus, we’re selling our house. A house that smells of eau a la pooch does not sell well.
All these reasons make sense and I remember them clearly now. But then I see a puppy and ….Aww
Those reasons are gone. Poof! Disappeared.
I need help.