I shall get a dog. Or a cat. Actually, I haven't decided. Kind of.
Frankly, I don't understand the whole deal behind cat people and dog people.
When cornered for a single answer, I'd answer that I'm a cat person. Cats are by far the superior animal. They don't cling for your affection, tend for themselves, independent, and scoff at your subpar decision making ability; but they are there for you after a hard day's work and you need some chocolate ice-cream and an episode of Sex and the City. Living with a cat is like living with a human roommate.
By no means does that mean I'd say no to owning a dog. Of course, a dog requires more time and attention on your part and is definitely clingy (perhaps even stupid). But what kind of non-extinct, mobile organism will shower you with such love and happiness just because you're alive for them... regardless of the fact that it's just their instinct telling them to bond to the dominant leader, not that they actually feel human compassion. Who cares what goes on in a dog's mind, modern man needs a false illusion of hope. A dog is a perpetual 5 year old boy with a crush on his kindergarden teacher. Creepy, but sadly comforting.
Yet, society seems to believe single women living alone with a cat to be abysmally lonely and sad. Women who cannot afford or wish to give affection choose to get a cat because it is the easier choice of the two. Single women living alone with a dog seem to be active, social, sporty, (and in case of purebred ownership), rich. Which is absolutely not true.
Yet, I am a very superficial person. And a sucker.
So regardless of all my ranting, I am busy dog shopping and puppy researching right now. This is a great upgrade in my perceived social status from my days when I researched solely on cats and refused to have anything to do with dogs. And the more I look into the dog option, the more I'm convinced that I'll be able to make it. Being naive and uninformed, potty training is the only concern I have regarding getting a dog. Who cares if the poor thing is left alone for 10 hours a day while I work hard to put food in it's tiny ceramic bowl. Dogs are eager to please, it'll teach itself to act like a cat.
Of course, websites probably exaggerate the easiness of potty training a 2 month old pup. But hey, if I succeed in potty training, maybe I'll actually succeed raising my future kid to get into Harvard. My kid should technically be more intelligent than a newborn puppy. Plus, I'll finally get that exercise my doctor keeps recommending.
So here goes. If things go right (or terribly wrong), by next week I'll have a tiny baby corgi whimpering on my kitchen floor.
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