It needs more salt...

I think there's something wrong with me. I'm having thoughts about a kitten or a dog..of any age really...even an old one will do. I keep searching through the online lists of animals at the humane society. I think about how fun it would be for the boys to have an animal around here. But what I can't figure out is why. Why in the world do I want an animal right now? We've had pets. Two I loved dearly...our cat Logan who was hit by a car after we moved to NY...and our yellow lab Ellie who we had to give away before our NY move. And then there were the two I didn't love very much. A rash decision on my part to bring home TWO cats at once. After one year and a favorite leather chair that was losing the battle of the claws...we decided to find new homes for them.

Jeremy brought it up first. You know...the reason behind why I might be wanting a little cuddly pet to love. I laughed and pooh-poohed the suggestion as soon as it was mentioned. Another baby? Yeah right I thought. I mean...I don't really want another baby right now. Did I? As much as I adore my boys, the transition from one child to two was a little more difficult than I thought it would be. Ian is a very busy and sensitive boy and Sawyer, well, he just never sleeps so it's certainly been a little harder than I anticipated. But still...could I want another one that soon?

At 2:30 this morning when I was rocking Sawyer in the dark, I analyzed everything. And ultimately I realized what was happening and the only person I could blame is my Dad. It's his fault really. Yeah...that's right...his fault. Phew...I felt much better. I don't really want another baby right now and a pet is just a quick solution to a deeper craving:

My need for change...to shake things up a bit....a touch of salt maybe.

My spontaneous nature is inherited. I grew up with a Dad who would announce in the morning that instead of school that day we were going on a road trip! Or "jump in the car Andrea, let's go for a ride," and we'd end up in the next town over just to get a coke. The two of us even left a guided tour one time to sneak around the 'off limits' area of the servant's quarters (Pittock Mansion, remember Dad?). It's the same reason I'm willing to drive an hour for good biscuits and gravy when we go out to breakfast...because of my dad. My wonderful, fly-by-the-seat-of-your-pants Dad.

It's funny then that I married a man who needs to take his time and ponder over most every decision. When we were first married, my early Saturday morning declarations that a beach trip is needed and 'oh let's go in an hour!' were met with a dazed look of horror because how could we go without planning first? Close to 9 years later he weathers these outbursts much better and has even admitted to enjoying them once we are on the road.

So I'm thinking that my desire for a pet is the same reason I keep looking at houses for sale. I want a little change. I'm not sure a little kitten or an old dog is the answer...maybe a weekend trip to somewhere will cure me for a little while. Or maybe I just need some good biscuits and gravy for breakfast with my Dad to remind me how good life is right now just the way it is.

But that picture IS cute isn't it? Maybe a little kitten wouldn't be too bad...

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