That said, I’m still going through with getting the dog.
Why? Well, I look at it this way. If I’m going to survive the next 18 months, I’m going to need a companion. Someone who sees things my way. Someone who will sit by my side, even if it’s only because I’m holding a treat. Someone who will love me without wanting to frequent jewelry stores.
Sure, I now rank behind the girl and the dog on the pecking order, but secretly, I’m loving it. There’s literally no pressure in being household filler.
Welcome to the family, Stella.