No More Wire Hangers

After writing the story I’m more convinced than I have ever been that I need to help a little animal.

There’s a difference between the way I used to feel about those ASPCA commercials and the way I do now. It’s hard to explain; it’s just undeniable and overwhelming that I have to do something.

So I had this genius idea: I will foster a puppy that is the age, gender and size that I am considering and try to get it adopted through a series of videos and articles chronicling its development and training.

That way I could help homeless animals, love on a puppy, check out how Daisy does with another dog and find a dog a good home.

Perfect plan, right?

Wrong.

In order to , you have to give them every kind of personal information you have. I started to panic. Maybe I’m not a good momma. Maybe I’m not responsible enough to have Daisy, much less another dog. I mean, last Sunday we split a snack pack of Ritz crackers and watched a Criminal Minds marathon.

Joan Crawford would play me in a movie.

Little dogs everywhere would go “No more wire hangers” and call me Mommie Dearest.

Question: Do you take your dogs for long walks every day?

Answer: No.

Why not? Because she doesn’t like to walk. You can only drag a 50-pound bulldog around so many times before you realize she’s more of an inside kind of girl.

Moreover, I’ve always had plans to get married and adopt some babies. If a rescue group won’t let me have an orphaned dog, there’s no way a state will let me have an actual kid.

I thought I was good—never been drunk, never done drugs, poster child for “good girl” growing up. I'm responsible, too. Or so I thought.

I love Daisy. I love all animals. I don’t think anyone out there loves them more than I do. I work at home. I have a safe little apartment. It couldn’t be a big dog, but I could handle a little one. Nobody even wants the older dogs. Wouldn’t it be happier being spoiled rotten with me than it would in a shelter?

Thoughts, encouragement and advice will be more than welcomed.