I have this pretty crazy adoration for animals. No really, it’s probably an illness. Basically any animal, but especially dogs.
I’ve learned to restrain this intense urge to pet every dog I see, but it’s not easy. Even though I have two furry dogs of my own, I can’t help but want to pet and hug every dog I see for an uncomfortable amount of time.
Every time I see a dog I veer towards it like it’s some kind of magnetic reaction, and with equal force I try to hold back my excitement. I also have this Dr. Doolittle moment, where I think I can speak their language and connect more than other people do, but I’m not really that special. A girl can dream.
At work we are fortunate enough to bring our dogs in. I don’t bring mine because one is a bit dog aggressive, and the other is blind as a bat and barks when he’s frustrated. I am surrounded by squishy dogs though. There’s this one dog in particular that I walk by every time I go to lunch or to the bathroom, and man…it kills me to not squeeze it and love it.
Anyway, maybe you can relate. Maybe I’m just avoiding real work.