I think I’m coming down with a cold. That isn’t what this post is about, though. It’s about my childhood pets. I saw a woman walking two gorgeous lhasa apsos yesterday, and it made me miss my dogs so much!

Boomer and me

I was home alone one day, so I hung out with Boomer. We started playing house, and I gave him the pretend name of Moose. We had to retrain him to respond to ‘Boomer.’ My brother was pretty upset about that.

Benji and me

Awww, Benji. I miss him. I was 9 when we brought him home. I was 23 when he died. He was a loving dog who loved pizza. I would take him for a walk when I got home from school. We were pals. When my bedroom door was closed, he would “knock” to be let in by bumping his head on the door. He loved to play with furry toys, and he liked to stick his face in snow.

I don’t know if I’ll ever have my own pet. I considered getting a cat, but the chances of me killing it because I forget I have it are 50/50. Even though I grew up with a dog, I can’t help but see dog ownership as a daunting responsibility. So, I feel lucky that I had great pets when I was younger. I’m content with the experiences I had.

Maybe I’ll get a fish someday. For now, I’ll have to stick with a pet rock or My Pet Zombie.