Don't you want somebody to love?

I really miss having a pet. When I was five my family got a miniature schnauzer named Dodger. We had him for fourteen years, and he was the sweetest dog ever. I still really miss him.

Then we got a cat. We had her for about three years, but as we all got busier, she got lonelier and retaliated by peeing all over everything. The last straw was when she pissed on my dad's brand new matress while he was out of the country on business. We had to find a new home for kitty after that. So now I am without a furry friend (unless you count Zach and Skip... they both have some serious Sean Connery, James Bond chest hair going on). Roomie and I have thought about adopting a cat, but we both still go home during school breaks, and our parents have all decreed that no additional pets shall be brought into their homes. So until I'm out of the house for good, no feline friends or puppy pals for me. So I decided that I'm going to go and chill with the furballs at the local animal shelter on Friday afternoons (when I don't have to work). I get to pet and play with the cute, fuzzy animals, and they get to spend some time outside their cages. It will take all of my willpower not to bring them all home with me, but I think it will be worth my while.

Speaking of fuzzy animals, I had a really weird dream last night that a squirrel got into my apartment and started tearing shit up. It kinda freaked me out. Maybe it was a subconscious reaction to the FREAKING HUGE squirrel population here. Seriously, they're out of control. I went to throw something away in an outdoor trashcan, and a squirrel jumped out of it and scared the crap out of me. Not cool.