Walking home from work last night, I passed the new dog park in Dupont. I hesitated for a split second because part of me just wanted to go in and play with the puppies.
I ended up stopping myself, but only because I feel that going to a dog park to play with other people’s dogs (when you don’t have one of your own) is just slightly less creepy than going to a playground, just to play with other people’s children.
Okay, maybe a lot less creepy.
Regardless, as I passed more and more people (and pets) on their way to this cool new spot, I realized that this was one club that I won’t be able to be a part of.
I won’t get the chance to make friends with my dog’s friends’ owners. I won’t have a permanent running buddy, or an excuse to talk to a stranger on the street because my dog started humping his leg sniffing his crotch being overly friendly. And I won’t have a reason to hang out at the park, unless I want to be that awkward dog-watching girl who always carries a couple treats and tennis balls around in her bag, just in case.
But, honestly, as much as I think I want a puppy right now, I don’t. I don’t have the space. I really don’t have the money. And I’m not entirely sure that I’m capable of being fully responsible for another living being quite yet. Hell, I don’t even keep plants in my apartment. What I actually need is a friend who has a dog – preferably a big one – who will let me join their games and outings.
Because my human friends just refuse to play fetch.
P.S. Here you go – just because it’s adorable.