I’m dying to have a pet. My single girl NYC lifestyle won’t ever allow for one.
- Whenever I spend too much time at the dog park at Madison Square I try to convince myself I could do it.
The plan usually goes like this:
I could get them on the train in the morning and drop them off at doggy day care (something I normally roll my eyes and spit at) near job-job. Then pick them up at lunch and take them for a run in the park. On my coffee break we could go for another run. Rush hour is no place for a dog. We could walk home to Brooklyn from the Flatiron District every day. Totally doable, right? I already walk home once or twice a week in the spring and fall.”
Haha. Pure puppy insanity.
I get home to my adorable pea-sized apartment in the wee hours and realize I must have been drinking crazy juice. I might be impatient for a pet, but I can only imagine how impatient they’d be with my schedule and space.
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