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Saturday, August 13, 2005

Puppy Love

Last night I made the fatal mistake of walking into a very busy Petland store. I was walking around looking at puppies when I spotted it. This little bitty, white w/ brown patches, baby long-haired chihuahua. I usually don't like chihuahuas, but when I saw the way he was looking at me, I was hooked. I had them bring the poor guy out, and got to hold him.

J and I held that baby for about an hour while the workers told us how wonderful this puppy was and how they all had several of the little miniature doggies at home. I couldn't believe how calm and alert this little guy was. He wanted nothing more than to be held and loved. He was adorable. I even picked out a possible name, Pedro, for this saucy little pooch.

Why didn't I buy him, well, there are a couple of reasons. Least importantly was the $1,400 pricetag. Then, there was the fact that he would only grow to be about 5 lbs, which seemed like it would be too small to fend off the bitch-cats at home. Finally, I thought, with the job hunt going on, and the last 4 months of school, I really couldn't be there for a doggie. It would not be fair for me to get a dog and not be able to give him the love and attention he deserves, especially one so young who will need plenty of time to bond. Though, J said he would take care of him, I don't think it's right to make him do that, while he's busy finishing up the remodeling on the house.

So, Sadly I did have to walk away with hopes that someone else very loving will take little Pedro into their homes and give him the affection he deserves. Yes, I'm a sad sap, I can't take the thought of those puppies in there in the store night after night, I also can't take the thought of some assholes taking one them home when there are people like me who would completely look out for the best interests of the baby. The following is kind of what the baby looked like, only younger.


At 8/13/2005 11:04 PM, Blogger honeykbee's whiny, bitch-ass comment is...

Very suspenseful entry... I was totally thinking *gasp* he got the dog!! Until like paragraph three, of course.

We met (and lost) our little Bear the same way. Heart wrenching. And I won't tell you it goes away with time, cause it don't. Just stay out of those petstores.

At 8/14/2005 5:34 PM, Blogger Dulcinea's whiny, bitch-ass comment is...

Aaw, sweetie! :( You know you did the right thing. And I'm sure you also remembered the fact that there are so many puppies (and kitties!) out there in shelters. When the time is right, the perfect puppy will find you again! Damn those sensibilities! *Hugs*

At 8/14/2005 7:56 PM, Anonymous Anonymous's whiny, bitch-ass comment is...

good move.. those taco bell dogs pretend to be cute, but they never are. Your cat would have kicked its ass.


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