I just had the great fortune of sitting for my parent’s pup Pedro for a week while they vacationed in Montreal. I’ve been a dog lover for as long as I can remember and it was wonderful to have a faithful friend to return to at the end of a working day. I honestly don’t understand why more employers don’t allow pets in the workplace. Not only would I be a model employee if I were able to bring one into the office, but I think it would make us all work a little harder if we had a few intermittent snuggles to look forward to, no?
When I’m president, I’ll make sure the “No Fluffy Left Behind” bill gets passed in Congress.
Sharing the bed with Pedro took some getting used to. I can’t keep still in the middle of the night, Bryan suffers from back problems, and Pedro likes to sprawl out like he owns the joint. On one particular evening after Pedro was softly snoring at our feet, Bryan was feeling a bit frisky. “Not in front of the pup,” I said before giving him a kiss goodnight and rolling over. But don’t feel too sorry for Bryan; it didn’t take us too long to get back in the groove. Has anyone else ever felt this way before, or am I the only prude who can’t get her freak on with a furry companion in the bed?
My heart sank a little when we visited my parents on Sunday to return a freshly groomed Pedro. Still hungover with fatigue after a very long Saturday spent at a local farmer’s market and a free concert at the riverfront, Bryan, Pedro, and I loaded up the car to head to upstate New York. Pedro knew exactly how to get there.
I miss the little guy so much, but it makes me anticipate the day when I’ll have my own. And despite my recent interest to participate in a dog fostering program, I’m going to hold off until I have a bit more living space. Because I have a feeling I’ll never be able to give up any of the pups and my 400 square foot apartment will start to feel really cramped.
Congratulations to Candice–she is the winner of the Sassy Steals giveaway! Stay tuned… Another giveaway coming… tomorrow!