Seven things I have learned since getting a dog
Ask VM February: Why haven’t you written about the puppy yet?
(Several) Everything is Content Contributing Editors have asked,
‘When are you going to write about the puppy?’
I’m afraid if you have no interest in dogs, this may be dull.
I have stoner neighbours
Now I am aware that when walking around with a canine-accessory you often have to chat to other dog-users. But did I think I’d ever have to make small talk with the grungy looking students whose garden backs onto ours? Reader, I didn’t even know they lived there.
I used to get dressed up to go to fashion shows and now I stand in the garden in my nightie while I wait for a baby (adorable) French bulldog to toilet. Often at the same time, I get to make idle chatter with the Oodle wearing neighbours while they smoke marijuana. Betty (the dog) is not their biggest fan, which is awkward when she just leaps up at the wall and barks at them. Her other nemesis beyond twenty-year-olds in questionable hooded garments, is a black and white cat who patrols the top of the wall largely oblivious to poor Betty going hoarse from shouting at it. On one level, I respect the cat. On another, I am tempted to get out the hose.
You really should get pet insurance.
We got the puppy before Christmas. About a week in, when she was 4 months old, we broke her. There was an incident, to whom we assign no blame, because “accidents happen and it wasn’t anyone’s fault.”