And I want one badly. I want to hug it and walk it and occasionally put kibble in its bowl whilst sobbing with guilt about what a terrible non-feeding pet owner I am. But I can't have one.
See, whilst the world is open for the traveller, the pet stores are closed. No one is going to let me have a puppy if I intend to ship off overseas on a regular basis. It's just not going to happen. And if I tried to lie to the puppy sellers, my mum would probably take it upon herself to get the dang dog taken away and have me fined for animal endangerment. She's a cruel, cruel lady, my mother. (love you!)
Now, some of you may think I'm limiting myself. After all, half the fun of keeping an animal is burdening other people with the task of looking after it [and that's a rule that applies to child ownership, too] but I already task my flatmate with the job of taking care of my one plant in my absence and that's nearly ended in disaster a number of times. Most of my friends and family live in rental properties and are probably too wussy to sneak my pets in under the noses of their landlords, and the others are all liable to fall in love with my dog-thing and would never return it to lil old neglectful me. Jerks.
I know, I know, if I reeeeally wanted one, I wouldn't be letting logistics stand in my way. But since pet ownership is also expensive, I have instead opted for the lazy and totally free way of owning pets which involves giving personality to old soft toys.
Stop judging me!
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