There has been a theme weaving through my life lately, a sharing theme. It actually works out quite well for me because for a short period of time I get all the pluses without any of the minuses.
For example, ever since my childhood hamsters mysteriously “ran away to the forest” and then my parakeets oddly did the same, I have always yearned for the companionship of a good pet, namely a dog.
I am torn between wanting a great, big dog that will circle me protectively while we walk through dicey neighborhoods, ready to gallop away with me should unexpected weapons be pulled, and small, bite-sized pups able to amuse themselves in one bedroom duplexes while their master toils away at work. For now, it looks as though I won’t be getting either kind for some time. So instead, I find myself at people’s houses, people I’ve just met once or twice before, helping Irene bathe their canine friends.
Also on my “Not-Going-To-Happen-Anytime-Soon” list is having a baby. This is even further down on the list than getting a dog for obvious reasons, like the fact that I’m not sure how well it would fly to have a mini-person in a cute blue carry bag hanging out on my desk.
But I can’t ignore the tugging at my heart strings whenever I walk through the baby clothes section at Target. Who doesn’t get mushy seeing shoes the size of one’s thumb?
Enter in playing with other people’s babies.