Oh my friends. I am smitten.
Let me first say how ground breaking this is...please don't burn me at the stake for what I'm about to say (I was also going to add "please don't flog me" but after reading "50 Shades" some things have taken on entirely different meanings. *blush* That's all I'm sayin'.)...anyway, I'm not much of a pet person.
GAH! I know, right? I'm evil. Horrible. Awful.
It all started at puberty...this "unanimalness" (which, ironically, is when my allergies started...think Mother Nature was trying to get me to stay away?). I would have to wash my hands if I so much as brushed up against our cats...and FORGET petting them.
I've tolerated animals as I've gotten older...(except for the "drive by lick" that dogs do) but never been much more interested in them than just a "Meh. Cute dog.".
My brother and sister-in-law got Murphy right before Easter and OHMIGOSH is he cute. (I'm not sure how cute they think he is at the moment when he's totally not getting the potty training thing...but I'll think he's cute enough for the three of us!)
He's a Goldendoodle and is soooooooo soft and fluffy (and they say no shedding?!)...I want him.
Maybe when their baby comes we can sneak in and steal the puppy? You think? They'll be totally distracted (HEY...M and K LOOK AWAY FROM THIS POST!!) and exhausted with the new baby and I'll just bundle Murphy into my car and VOILA! Done deal.
I'll let them see him on weekends, or something.