If this blog were a fern, it would be brown. If this blog were a fish, it would be upside-down at the top of the tank, mouthing "...flush...me..." with its final fishy breath. Let's do one more: if this blog were a were a celebrity, it would be Calista Flockheart (because the blog's under-nourished, and loves Harrison Ford).
In spite of my total lack of commitment to so many things that now seem like -- of course -- they were doomed to fail from the very beginning (see: garage wood-shop, yard work of all sorts, calligraphy, jiu jitsu), I still think I can handle the responsibility of a puppy. My unflinching disregard for the realities of my own personality aside, I think a puppy would be a good idea. The wagging tail, so exited to see you up in the morning. The wagging tail, so happily expectant you're home. The tail, wagging at other times, but happily. Always happily.
So think about it. I promise to walk it. House train it. Teach it to say grace before eating. And if none of this works, think about this...
...not this.
I Heart You.
