I told you about how I worked as a high-end dog walker for a hot minute, right? The diversity of dogs you meet in this line of work surpasses the differences I've encountered among humans. It teaches you a lot about patience and compassion.
So, anyone that has been following my blog since July will know that I have not had an easy time walking my little PWD. I've had good periods...which consist of maybe 2 good walks in a row (out of about 1 trillion), but for the most part, it's been a nightmare.
I am not claiming that owning a dog will teach your child something noble, like responsibility, although perhaps it will. But, for those of us who are prone to observe the fleeting nature of our lives, owning a dog places you firmly in the present. Call it "dog time."
There are undiscovered sides to New York that a girl can't understand until she owns a dog. The romance of the Big Apple quickly wore off, for example, when I realized to my dogs, NYC is a huge porcelain throne -- and I'm the flusher.
A full fledged puppy owner for just under five months now, I've taken pup to training classes, I've tried positive reinforcement, I've ignored the dog, I've tried to be dominant, but every single time, the "walk" has always been a nightmare.
The one thing I didn't plan on when adopting a dog was that I'd also be adopting my neighbors. And as I soon found out, I realized that can be both a blessing and a curse. Especially if it's before I've had my coffee.