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I
could walk around the yard barefoot in safety. |
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My
house could be carpeted instead of tiled and laminated. |
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All
flat surfaces, clothing, furniture, and cars would be
free of dog hair. |
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When
the doorbell rings, it wouldn’t sound like the ASPCA
kennels. |
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When
the doorbell rings, I could get to the door without wading
through dog bodies who beat me there. |
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I
could sit on the couch the way I wanted, without taking
into consideration how much space several fur bodies would
need to get comfortable. |
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I
would not have strange presents under my Christmas tree-like
dog bones, stuffed animals or have to answer to people
why I wrap them. |
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I
would not be on a first name basis with three vets. |
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The
most used words in my vocabulary would not be: “out”,
“sit”, “down”, ”come”,
“no”, “stay”, and “leave
him/her/it ALONE”. |
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My
house would not be cordoned off into zones with baby gates
or barriers. |
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My
pockets would not contain things like poop pick-up bags,
dog treats and an extra leash. |
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I
would no longer have to spell the words B-A-L-L or F-R-I-S-B-E-
E or W-A-L-K. |
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I would
not have as many leaves INSIDE my house as outside. |
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I would
not look strangely at people who think having their ONE
dog ties them down too much. |
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I’d
look forward to Spring and the melting of the snow instead
of dreading “mud season”. |
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I would
not have to answer the question “Why do I have so
many dogs?” from people who will never have the
joy in their life of knowing they are loved unconditionally
by something as close to an angel as they will ever get. |
