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On Saturday morning during brunch I received a text from one of my co-workers that said the following:
So, we can’t keep the puppy but took him to the vet. He is a two month old terrier/beagle mix. Think you want him?
Now, y’all. Isn’t he the most darling thing you have ever seen (especially after my co-worker told me he loves to cuddle)?! Clearly, I couldn’t make this decision on my own so I reached out to several friends. Here is what they said:
Friend #1: Yes, get it. As long as you walk it it is in a better place than the pound. It would be so great for you to get a dog.
Friend #1′s Husband: Beware that my wife just wants a dog that she can play with that she doesn’t have to take care of. Oh and that our landlord will not even allow us to have visiting pets on the premises, so we will never be able to house/pet sit.
Parents: No, absolutely not. We will not take care of it. Do not even bring it over here. (I give a sad face and mutter something about hoping they won’t be like this with their grandchildren). (They just look blankly back at me).
Friend #2: Oh LORD! Girl, no. I don’t think so. Just put a sad message on Facebook. You’ll feel guilty every time you do happy hour instead of walk your dog. And pretty soon you will be looking at doggie day care instead of going to the Anthropologie sale rack.
So, this is it: the sad message on Facebook/the world of blogs. Spot needs a good home with people that will – at a minimum – feed him and love him and walk him when he needs it. Any takers?
Oh, and one more darling picture just for good measure:
