You're not my real daddy.
May. 31st, 2002 04:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
raybearAs another work week comes to a close, I can't help but think about the time spent at work to actual work done ratio and how insanely high it is. But then I get interrupted by things like cake for a co-worker's birthday. What can you do?
A belated thanks to all the supportive comments I got yesterday morning regarding the burglary -- sorry I didn't do that sooner! And I really am starting to get excited about the prospect of having a dog. I've really wanted a dog since....I was 5. I gave up on that dream when I actually acquired a cat as a pet at age 10. He died right before I moved to Chicago for college. After graduating, I wanted to get a pet, but I tended to be in anti-dog apartments or living with cat-allergic folks or I had no money. The most recent case of almost acquiring a pet came last fall/winter. I dog-sat for MFHA's canine on Labor Day weekend and decided I was too lazy to take care of a dog if I didn't have a small backyard to let him out into between walks. Also, my apartment didn't allow dogs -- minor problem. Around christmas I decided I was going to get myself a cat as a companion instead, esp. since I lived in a studio, but then I got a girlfriend instead (and one who's allergic to cats). When I made the decision to move in to her place and takeover the lease from her roommate, we discussed getting a dog since the apartment allows it. But we didn't have much money, plus I feared a dog would eat the hamster.
Nowadays I'm not exactly rolling in dough. But I think I have enough to take care of animal -- estimating about 500 dollars a year in costs. The more I think about it, the more excited I get. I really love pets and miss having one, but I'm fairly picky about making sure my pet is "cool". And by cool I mean friendly and cute and fun and playful and well-behaved -- which for me, means I must be committed to training the fella.
Besides, MelRo and I have been together long enough, it's time for me to make her a baby mama. Woo-hoo. Strangely enough I was seriously thinking about parenthood this morning on the train -- but only in a vague way as far as what sort of dad I saw myself as. I'd definitely be more of a mom-dad with my kid. Maybe I was thinking about it because I take the responsibility of having a dog very seriously -- and I'm certainly not saying that it requires more or even equal responsibility as having a kid, but it might be a good test. If I can't keep up an animal, I sure as hell don't want to attempt raising a child. And hopefully Riley and Damon would be good uncle's (i.e. take him out to play when we're out of town).
So maybe Sunday we can go check out the anti-cruelty society and start doing some research.
A belated thanks to all the supportive comments I got yesterday morning regarding the burglary -- sorry I didn't do that sooner! And I really am starting to get excited about the prospect of having a dog. I've really wanted a dog since....I was 5. I gave up on that dream when I actually acquired a cat as a pet at age 10. He died right before I moved to Chicago for college. After graduating, I wanted to get a pet, but I tended to be in anti-dog apartments or living with cat-allergic folks or I had no money. The most recent case of almost acquiring a pet came last fall/winter. I dog-sat for MFHA's canine on Labor Day weekend and decided I was too lazy to take care of a dog if I didn't have a small backyard to let him out into between walks. Also, my apartment didn't allow dogs -- minor problem. Around christmas I decided I was going to get myself a cat as a companion instead, esp. since I lived in a studio, but then I got a girlfriend instead (and one who's allergic to cats). When I made the decision to move in to her place and takeover the lease from her roommate, we discussed getting a dog since the apartment allows it. But we didn't have much money, plus I feared a dog would eat the hamster.
Nowadays I'm not exactly rolling in dough. But I think I have enough to take care of animal -- estimating about 500 dollars a year in costs. The more I think about it, the more excited I get. I really love pets and miss having one, but I'm fairly picky about making sure my pet is "cool". And by cool I mean friendly and cute and fun and playful and well-behaved -- which for me, means I must be committed to training the fella.
Besides, MelRo and I have been together long enough, it's time for me to make her a baby mama. Woo-hoo. Strangely enough I was seriously thinking about parenthood this morning on the train -- but only in a vague way as far as what sort of dad I saw myself as. I'd definitely be more of a mom-dad with my kid. Maybe I was thinking about it because I take the responsibility of having a dog very seriously -- and I'm certainly not saying that it requires more or even equal responsibility as having a kid, but it might be a good test. If I can't keep up an animal, I sure as hell don't want to attempt raising a child. And hopefully Riley and Damon would be good uncle's (i.e. take him out to play when we're out of town).
So maybe Sunday we can go check out the anti-cruelty society and start doing some research.
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Date: 2002-05-31 05:44 pm (UTC)