If I didn't have dogs

I was talking today with Ky about how the dogs have kept me from being too lonely now she and Lyn have moved to other provinces. Then tonight, a friend sent me the following email. I adjusted it to suit me and replaced the pictures with pics of my pups.

If I didn't have dogs:

I could walk around the yard barefoot in safety.
My house could be carpeted instead of tiled and laminated.
All flat surfaces, clothing, furniture, and cars would be free of hair.


When the doorbell rings, it wouldn't sound like a kennel.
When the doorbell rings, I could get to the door without wading through fuzzy bodies who beat me there and are dying to meet our guests.

I could sit on the couch and my bed the way I wanted, without taking into consideration how much space several fur bodies would need to get comfortable.


I would not be on a first-name basis with a veterinarian nor most of her staff, as I put their yet unborn grand kids through college.
I would not look strangely at people who think having ONE dog/cat ties them down too much.
I would have money ...and no guilt to go on a real vacation.


The most used words in my vocabulary would not be: out, sit, down, come, no, stay, and leave him/her/it ALONE.
My house would not be cordoned off into zones with baby gates or barriers.
My house would not look like a day care center, toys everywhere.


I would not have as many leaves INSIDE my house as outside.
I'd look forward to spring and the rainy season instead of dreading 'mud' season.

But most of all:

I would be a lot lonelier and feel a lot less loved. There is nothing like having three furry creatures meeting you at the door clawing for your attention and love.