9 May 2012
Dog brain.
Today I can’t stop thinking about the fact that I am at home all day 5/7 days of the week, so Ziggy gets to laze round with me on my her couch or my bed all the time while I study. If she’s not doing that she’s sitting with one of my housemates, or she’s on one of her one to three daily walks (since I have four housemates, three of whom are prone to take her with them to the shops, or on a run, or just to play fetch in the park 100 metres away).
I wish her life could always be like this. I wish all dogs could live like this. I wish every dog was treated like a member of the family, just hanging out inside, going outside when they feel like it, just being included all the time. But even I can’t give that to Ziggy forever. I won’t be jobless forever. I won’t be single forever. I won’t always have housemates who spoil her and take her for walks. I never have before.
It makes me sad that I don’t live with Riley, and so can’t make sure that he gets to spend time inside every day. I’m pretty sure my family doesn’t let him in as often as they should. For that matter, Chester thinks he’s a dog. I wish he was inside more often too.
This post is kind of weird and I-just-want-to-hug-every-cat-ish so here’s the usual photo of Ziggy breaking my heart with cuteness.
There. Fixed.
