undergunfire
Retired Moderator
I'm going to pout, lol. No one make fun of me or anything, I just need to dump on some pet lovers...
:laughsmiley:
I want a Greyhound, really bad....or to at least foster for the Greyhound rescues around here. Every time I go to PetSmart to get more kitty food or something, I go on a Saturday...when the Grey's are there. I am head-over-heals and would just DIE to have a Grey. I am soo in love with them. It is even at the point where all the foster parents are asking me to sign up for fostering, lol!
I have been dogless for THREE years, the longest that I have ever been without a dog . My Beagle, Willie, passed away from Lime Disease. He was my baby.
I loveeee loooveeee looooooveee dogs. Some times I make Ryan sit down town with me on the square, where I HAVE to pet dogs and watch them. If I see a Greyhound....I'm like a giggling little kid.
Ryan is a meanie and says I can't have a Grey because we don't have a fenced in yard, but all the Grey-people I have talked to said they just need long walks and make the perfect "apartment" dogs...as they are couch potatoe's. Then when I tell him that he says we need to wait until we BUY the/a house.
Sometimes I feel down on myself because of my weight and we live in such a wonderful neighborhood and I would love to go walking every night, but Ryan won't walk with me and I would love to walk with a doggie....well...I won't walk alone!
Remind me why I have to listen to the future husband :raspberry:.
*ends her little pouting story*
:laughsmiley:
I want a Greyhound, really bad....or to at least foster for the Greyhound rescues around here. Every time I go to PetSmart to get more kitty food or something, I go on a Saturday...when the Grey's are there. I am head-over-heals and would just DIE to have a Grey. I am soo in love with them. It is even at the point where all the foster parents are asking me to sign up for fostering, lol!
I have been dogless for THREE years, the longest that I have ever been without a dog . My Beagle, Willie, passed away from Lime Disease. He was my baby.
I loveeee loooveeee looooooveee dogs. Some times I make Ryan sit down town with me on the square, where I HAVE to pet dogs and watch them. If I see a Greyhound....I'm like a giggling little kid.
Ryan is a meanie and says I can't have a Grey because we don't have a fenced in yard, but all the Grey-people I have talked to said they just need long walks and make the perfect "apartment" dogs...as they are couch potatoe's. Then when I tell him that he says we need to wait until we BUY the/a house.
Sometimes I feel down on myself because of my weight and we live in such a wonderful neighborhood and I would love to go walking every night, but Ryan won't walk with me and I would love to walk with a doggie....well...I won't walk alone!
Remind me why I have to listen to the future husband :raspberry:.
*ends her little pouting story*