I could walk around barefoot in the yard.
Flat surfaces, clothing, furniture, and food would be free of hair.
When the doorbell rings, my house wouldn’t sound like a kennel.
When the phone rings, my house wouldn’t sound like a kennel.
I could sit anywhere I wanted on the couch, and sleep in my bed anyway I wanted.
I would have money (and no guilt) to go on a vacation.
I wouldn’t be woken in the middle of the night to answer p(ee)-mail.
I would not be on a first-name basis with six veterinarians.
My pockets would not contain things like poop bags, treats and an extra leash.
I would use more of my vocabulary than just “sit, down, come, no, stay, and leave it”.
I’d look forward to spring and the rain instead of dreading ‘mud’ season.
I would not have as many leaves INSIDE my house as out.
I would still know how to walk in heels.
There would be no laughing at puppy antics or cuddling with warm, furry bodies. I wouldn’t fully understand the joy of sharing the simple things.
I wouldn’t have met some of the kindest selfless people I have ever known.
If I didn’t have a dog, I might be dressed nicer and have more money, but I wouldn’t be nearly as happy.