Featuring various cuddly camping canines
I love my cats. I do. They’re cute and pretty and goofy and fun. But they’re a compromise. You see, I wanted a dog.
‘Twas ever thus. When I was a kid I was desperate for a dog, but my Dad hates the whole species with a passion. So, as a compromise, we got a cat. She was a very cute kitty, but not a good feline ambassador as she was a little quick to use her claws on anything that moved. Good little hunter though. RIP.
I’ve never grown out of the wish for a puppy. I would love to have a dog to go camping with, to throw a ball for, to take for walks. Dogs are also great social ice breakers – thanks to the three dogs with us on our last camping trip, we made some new friends from a nearby campsite who are now invited to our friend’s annual Halloween party. So, now that I’m a grown up with a house and small yard, why didn’t I get myself a dog?
Well, it’s a lifestyle thing. We both work long hours, and I wouldn’t feel right leaving a dog by itself all day. They’re pack animals, so we would have had to either get two dogs, sign up for doggy daycare*, or resign ourselves to the house getting totally trashed. Plus it’s a lot of work – training, walking, finding dogsitters for vacations. The cats, on the other hand, are more than happy to have the house to themselves during the day, and require only a short daily visit from a friend when we’re away. So Google and Saba represent another compromise: this time, with myself.
I still dream of having a dog one day. My ideal work week would involve two days in an office (for the social interaction) and three days at home (getting work done and playing with a dog). It’s not too far outside the realms of possibility if the freelance thing ever takes off, so I’ll keep working towards that goal, try not to spend too much time on the SPCA’s “pets available for adoption” site, and play with my kitty cats. They are incredibly cute.
*The first time I saw such a business I misread their sign as “dodgy daycare” and I did wonder…