Well, the imaginary dog didn't get walked much during last week's cold snap. The sidewalks were snow covered and temperatures were in the single digits for most of the week. I felt a little desperate for the dog for a few days, then I remembered that he was only imaginary and that was a good thing. My legs were itching to get out there and walk though. I didn't get to see the creek frozen over.
In an ironic twist, there was an animal shelter that got flooded and was seeking temporary foster homes for dogs, just for the weekend. I came so close to calling. It would be a way to try out having a dog without making a commitment. I am almost there on that idea. But, I didn't call this time.
The whole real dog idea plays out in my mind. I like my freedom without anyone else to care for. I don't think the pandemic is the right time for me to get a dog. A vet appointment would be one more opportunity for the virus to catch me. A real live dog is just a notion at the moment.
But, my legs are itching to get out there with the imaginary dog again. I do love a good walk in the sunshine. I need to see what is happening to the creek while I have been away.
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