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Monday, February 23, 2009

Everyone who knows me knows that I am desperate for a dog. I mean, really and truly desperate. I don't even live in a pet-friendly building, so it's a bit of a moot point, but I lament it nonetheless.

The main issue between David and I is dog-size. He's a "big dog" guy and I'm a "little dog" girl. Maybe one day we'll have a pent house on Central Park West with enough room for many dogs of all shapes and sizes!
Photo from Joan Garvin via Flickr.

1 comment:

Amanda B. Young said...

Hahah. I've soooo been there! We ended up compromising on a medium-sized dog and it worked because we were at the pet store and fell in love with her. I wanted a yorkie (you know, 5ish pounds) and he wanted something 70-80. We settled for 35-40ish. In the end, it was the best for us because then she isn't "my" dog or "his" dog -- she's ours. I know I wouldn't want to always have to be the one taking her out when it's freezing outside!