As you know, we here at Caterpickles Central have an opening (or two) for a new pet. As it’s pretty much the first time in three decades that I haven’t had a feline roommate limiting my pet adoption options, we are taking our time and looking around a bit before choosing our new family member(s).
We started off with dogs. I’ve always wanted a nice big dog. A golden retriever or a collie. Some medium to large-sized dog with fur you can bury your fingers into and a joyful way of running through the park, dashing through the woods, and leaping up after frisbees (and it must be said, birds). Someone who is always ready to tag along with me on walks–especially on those days when I think it’s too cold or too rainy or just too awful to go out by myself.
The Five-Year-Old, needless to say, loves dogs and was highly enthusiastic about the prospect of having a puppy of her own. But after months of interviewing every dog owner in sight about what it took to train their dog and doing quite a bit of supplementary reading about dog care, I was forced to admit a few weeks ago that I am not really in a good position to take care of a dog right now.
The Five-Year-Old was deeply disappointed. But as you know, she’s not really one to dwell on disappointment. She promptly suggested that we get a pet that she could take care of all by herself. Like a snail.
The Five-Year-Old, strapping herself in for yet another car ride: “I could do all of it, Mommyo. You wouldn’t have to do anything at all.”
Mommyo, decisively: “Having a snail for a pet does not float my boat.”
The Five-Year-Old, curiously: “Does it sink your boat?”