IF I DIDN’T HAVE DOGS…
I could walk around the yard barefoot in safety.
My house could be carpeted instead of tiled and laminated.
All flat surfaces, clothing, furniture and cars, would be free of hair.
When the doorbell rings, it wouldn’t sound like a kennel.
I could get to the door without wading through fuzzy bodies who beat me there.
I could sit on the couch and my bed the way I wanted, without taking into
consideration how much space several fur bodies would need to get comfortable.
I would not have strange presents under my Christmas tree – dog bones, stuffed animals, toys , treats; nor would I have to explain to people why I wrap them.
I would have money… and no guilt to go on a real holiday.
I would not be on a first name basis with 6 veterinarians, as I put their yet unborn kids through college.
The most used words in my vocabulary would not be: out, sit, down, come, no, stay, and leave him/her/it / ALONE.
My house would not be cordoned off into zones with bay gates or barriers.
My pockets would not contain things like poop baggies, treats, and an extra leash.
I would no longer have to spell the word B-A-L-L, F-R-I-S-B-E-E, W-A-L-K, or T-R-E-A-T.
I would not have as many leaves INSIDE the house as outside.
I would not look strangely at people who think having ONE dog ties them down too much.
I’d look forward to spring and the melting of snow, instead of dreading mud season.
I would not have to answer the question “Why do you have so many dogs?” from people who will never have the joy in their lives of knowing they are loved unconditionally by someone as close to an Angel as they will ever get.
How empty my life would be if I didn’t have dogs…