So I finally bought a house on the westside with a yard for a dog. And I rescued a cat.
I can always add the dog later. After I put in new grass and a doggie door. Then I heard raccoons and other wily creatures come in those things in the middle of the night. And the cat might sneak out the doggie door. And dogs are a lot of work, you have to race home after work instead of going to happy hour, to walk them. Oh and you can’t go out of town and leave them for even a day. What the hell was I thinking, Mr Whiskers practically takes care of himself. He might be the perfect man for me.
