How Much is that Doggie in the Window?

Recently, I wrote about how I was looking forward to owning my own home and exactly how I would like it to be. Well, for a dog-lover (which I am), no house can truly be a home without the perfect little poochie to greet you with wagging tail and dripping tongue. Actually, for me that would be the perfect GIANT poochie. Little tiny, teacup, carry-in-a-bag (hope it doesn't poop in there) puppies are cute.. from a distance. But I'm pretty sure that if I had one in my home I would be holding its funeral within a matter of weeks. Why do I say this? Do I have animal cruelty tendencies? (No obvious Michael Vick jokes here. Thank you.) Would the yapping of an overactive canine drive me over the edge? Nah. The death of a tiny pup would be completely accidental. Look, dogs already like to scamper around your feet. A big dog you can just kinda push out of the way with your leg but a tiny dog...? I'm afraid that little scrawny neck would fit perfectly under my instep. And that would a shame. Forget the dog. I would never be the same.


Nope. Big dogs are the way to go. At least for me, they're the way to go. So what type of big bruiser appeals to me most? That has actually changed over time. When I was younger I thought that the German Shephard was the perfect dog. To this day, I cannot tell you why I thought so. It may be because it was the first dog with which I ever had any contact. But for whatever reason I do remember thinking that. When I had my first German Shephard experience it seemed like there were about twenty or thirty puppies and they were everywhere - on the couch, under the couch, behind the door. Seemed like you couldn't take a step in this person's house without stepping on a little puppy tail or paw. So I just curled up on the couch and stared down in wonder at all the adorableness. Picture seeing this everywhere you looked.

Can you even stand the cuteness??

My family ended taking three puppies home. Until they were potty-trained, we kept them in a large cardboard box that was lined with a blanket and near the back door. So this next picture is pretty close to what greeted me when I came home from school everyday.

Can anybody say, "Awwwwwww"?

I've gone on and on about how adorable German Shepherds are and that's not even the kind of dog I want anymore. Guess what that means? Yup. There'll be a part deux to this little expose' into what kind of dog Esjaybee really wants. Until then...