On the way to work, there is a house that has Pomeranian puppies for sale. I pass this sign twice every day. It makes me feel certain feelings.
They are unwise feelings, but I feel them. Feel them so hard.
Every day when we drive past the sign, I glance over at Amy and she glances over at me and then she says, in a very firm voice, "NO."
I laugh but then sometimes try to wheedle her. "I just want to go look at them," I lie. Amy is not fooled. "What if they're irresistible?" she asks.
Dang, how do I answer that? You know the damn things would be irresistible. I'd get in the house determined to be a looky-lou and indulge in some puppy-sniffin', then I'd see one of the fuzzballs and BAM! I'd be washing the poop from a Pomeranian's butt with a moist towelette every day for the next 20 years. All because I couldn't resist a sign.
Baroo.



Comments
You see, the more I look at it, the more I want to cuddle it. And tickle its tiny little feet. And cuddle it some more. And take it home and buy six others to keep it company.
You are doomed if you go to view these puppies.
Edited at 2008-03-22 12:07 am (UTC)
Today when I drove past the sign, I heard You are doomed if you go to view these puppies. in my head and started laughing. So true.
It's a little easier for me, since I'm in an apartment, but if I had my own home I would have a really huge problem. A fenced-in yard will be my downfall! I will adopt everything in sight.