After Arthur's tragic demise last year, there have been rumblings about getting another dog and I'm not going to lie to you, I've mixed feelings about the whole thing.
That is to say that I could really take it or leave it....with a preference for leaving it.
That's NOT to say that having Arthur for his short little life wasn't a (mostly) positive experience. Just that if it were up to me, the whole pet box thing would have been well and truly ticked, and I'd be A-OK to move on from that particular chapter. (Mixing my metaphors again, I know!)
Call me easily pleased, but the truth is, pet wise, I'd be happy with a gold fish... or better yet, this little hex bug goldfish that Rory got as part if his birthday present this week. I mean look at him- isn't he a cutie? So life like but with the added bonus of no smelly fish food to buy AND his water never needs changing. He even thoughtfully stops swimming after five minutes so as to save on batteries. I mean what's not to like?
This is my kinda pet, peeps- gimme maintenance this low every time. And yet I fear, I'm on my own with this one. Despite initial enthusiasm, Rory's already losing interest and more worryingly still, I discovered Loverboy on the pet section of Gumtree again late last night...and let's just say that he wasn't looking at aquariums.
Yes, the writings on the wall and it's only a matter of time before another furry four legged friend joins our clan, so the best I can hope for is one of the non shedding, medium size variety. (Apparently the wee ones aren't even dogs at all, which I'm pretty sure is canine discrimination.)
Your thoughts and ideas on this matter would certainly be welcome .....in a lukewarm sort of way.
Happy Friday lovelies x