88. Maybe it’s because I’m a dog (person).

As anyone who follows me on Instagram is well aware, I spent some time last weekend cat-sitting for friends.

I had a great time hanging with my new pal Baby Louie (aka Baabaas, aka Bubs) & my best girl Daisy. It was fun to be an honorary cat lady, but I have to admit I did miss my pups at home.

Yeah, they kind of smell, & they shed a lot (my wardrobe is permanently covered in fur)… & Teddy really enjoys ripping up tea towels (much to my mother’s chagrin) but I can’t help but love them. I mean, everybody has shortcomings right?

& they’re just so cute.

I’ve always had a soft spot for animals, but that spot is particularly mushy when it comes to canines.

I love dogs — I love most dogs more than I like more humans, to be frank. & most dogs seem to like me more than most humans — especially lately.

I sometimes wish getting a dude to like me was as easy as scratching behind his ears, or giving his belly a quick rub. Alas, I have to rely on conversation & not-so-natural charisma to win over the men in my life.

Obviously, that’s not really working too well for me. Maybe my comfort conversing with four-legged companions is preventing me from monopolizing on opportunities to talk to adult men.

I mean, walking my dogs, or running in the river valley seem like pretty optimal places to meet men. & I have seen more than my fair share of studs in Edmonton’s parks, but I am usually more focused on greeting their dogs than taking the time to let them fall in love with me.

Perhaps I should abandon my passion for canines & put that energy into meeting (& conversing with) dudes?

I mean, I guess I could get used to the company of an adult male human — as long as he loves dogs.


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