Putting out Fires

I love my dogs.  I know there are people out there who read that (or not since I’m pretty sure my friend Kelli is the only person who reads this) and thought, “Yeah, ‘love’, but its JUST a dog”.  But see I feel DESPERATE about my dogs.

This is where I come to my theory on why I’m never having children.  I feel so responsible for my two puppies that some times it consumes me.  Did I unplug the iron?  What if the house catches on fire and they’re stuck in there?  What if I don’t get home until 4pm and they HATE me?  What if I’m not home enough?  What if Mika squeezes through that tiny crack in the fence and gets lost?  What if I should be really worried about Karma eating that tin foil the other day?

Do you see?  Do you see how if I had children I would be OBSESSED?  Do you see how I would be the mom that puts on not only the helmet, but the knee pads, the elbow pads, the wrist guards, and the full face shield when my children ride their tricycles? 

For now I’ll concentrate on loving those pups as well as I can, and I’ll consider it practice.  Maybe.