The pet debate on adding a little fur baby edition to my roof has been an ongoing scrimmage for a few years now.
Should I or shouldn’t I?
Shouldn’t I or should I?
Well, in the midst of summertime madness and most likely too much sunshine oozing into my brain cells, I’d decided that I definitely should take a jump into the kennel and become a pet mama….which only meant that naturally I’d live to regret that decision.
Being in midst of the quarter-life crisis, I’ve been thinking a lot lately about starting a family of my own and bringing in a little one.
That’s right, I’ve been thinking about getting a pet.
WHAT?! You didn’t think I was talking about kids did you?
I don’t know if I’ll ever be ready for kids, but definitely getting a pet has been circling in my mind a lot.
Growing up I wasn’t allowed to have a pet. ANY PET WHATSOEVER. One day I brought a butterfly home and my pops flipped shit two miles from Sunday and demanded I let it go because pets “didn’t belong inside of the house”. I think he was moreso upset at the fact that my butterfly wasn’t helping out with any bills and living rent free.
Also he probably didn’t want the thing to die considering I didn’t know any better.
Now that I’m older, won’t kill my pets and in a space of my own the option to get a pet is now available.
And considering pretty much all of my friends have at least one, in particular dogs, puppy fever is at an all time high.