I am not sure whether I would be a good parent or a bad parent.  I have seen both and know what I should and shouldn't do from my own upbringing.  So, I felt that at 31 years old, I should take the next step and get myself a dog.  It's like parenting but less crying and more barking. I knew of a friend who was moving away and didn't want to give the family dog to the pound and possibly be put down or given to an uncaring family.  I agreed full-heartedly because when I would see this dog, she was always excited to see me.

When I took the dog home this past friday after Thanksgiving, I realized how much time goes into parenting.  This dog has a few issues, but all are tolerable.  She is a mix of Rottweiler and various other genes.  She is large and full of energy.  My happy, semi-bachleor home was turned upside down this weekend.  I now had to make sure that her needs were met before mine.  Bathroom breaks before I went off to bed, or before a morning shower/cup of coffee.  Feeding time, table begging, are all things I have to get used to.  And putting up Chistmas lights in the back yard is now a treat since she loves to leave it a minefield of doodies. 

I guess the most important thing was that I gained a "child" of sorts.  She may have certain quirks, digging a hole, barking at the base of a large tree, or sitting on the feet of those who pet her, but she has taght me some great lessons in the last few days.  Mostly that with a little effort on my part to make her happy she can make me happy.

Now why can't parents see this?