That’s my dog-clock ticking

I want one in the worst way. Must be how some women feel about having a baby. The dog actually seems possible though, right.

I’ve always had a dog and a cat except the 14 years I’ve lived in LA. But shit, who knew I still wouldn’t have a house and a yard? It’ll happen one day soon and walking them at a shelter is the closest thing til then. I admit to occasionally thinking about hijacking one of the especially lovable ones and taking off. And then I remember, I don’t have the room, I work long hours and oh yeah, I can’t have one in this place.

It’s a no-kill shelter where I volunteer, not sure I could handle the other kind. Talk about heartbreaking. I even had to stop looking at the faces of the available cuties on rescue sites, it made me cry. So many dogs and not enough homes.

My own medium-size rescue pup, and I’d be the happiest girl in the whole USA. The Obama girls got theirs, now it’s my turn.

Some dog laws I have for myself:

• I will not send out Xmas pics with me and my pooch wearing jaunty holiday hats.

• I will not throw a birthday party for my furry little guy.

• And even if a Kennedy sends me one, I’ll send it back for a real shelter dog.

Tick-tock. Here boy!