Josh announced last night that he wants to get a dog now. Like, this weekend. I have wanted a dog for a long, long time. A little white fluffball of a dog, but not so little that it fits in all your purses. But little enough you could easily carry a special dog bag with the dog in it. So like 15 pounds. Plus my little white fluffball wouldn't shed. I don't know if this exists, but I feel like the work of having a dog will go over the tipping point if part of having it is running around cleaning up hair every day.
When I asked Josh what about when we have long days out of the house, he turned away and mumbled something I couldn't hear. "What?" I asked. "Doggie daycare," he answered. Seriously?! This is a real thing? I would be so embarrassed to take a dog to a daycare. "Okay, then the other option is hiring a dog walker to come here in the middle of the day to take the dog out," Josh offered. I don't know about this. Even though we don't even have a dog yet I already feel protective of it and would worry about some random stranger coming into our home and taking our dog. I just don't know if we're ready for a dog.