My Missing Friend

I don't think there is any way to describe how badly I want a dog. I'll try of course. I would love it so much I don't think it would be possible for anyone to love a dog more than I would love mine. I would let it sleep in my bed. Even if I'm allergic. And if it peed on the floor I wouldn't be mad. My roommates might be mad, but it would just give me an opportunity to use my Bissell Little Green Machine. If it peed on my face when I am sleeping I would probably be a little mad and a lot grossed out, and then it would feel bad that it did it and it would give me the eyes and I wouldn't be able to stay mad anymore. We would play and I would teach it tricks. Every day when I come home it would meet me with happy yips and never care what mood I'm in, just always make me happy all of the time. We would go for walks and I would teach it to catch frisbees in the park. My dog would love everyone but love me the most. I'd take my dog everywhere. We'd stay away from crowds and signs that say no dogs allowed. He would always keep me company but wouldn't ever mind if I didn't want to talk. I would watch him get interested in stupid little things like a bug or a stick or a leaf outside and always relish in the fact that at least one of our lives is simple. We would go to the dog park to meet other dogs. Big ones and little ones. My dog would not be afraid of anything. He would fearlessly protect me wherever we go. When I want to watch Lost, he would love it as much as me and when I am playing my flute, he will listen intently or maybe chew on a bone or howl along. I would run home from work everyday to let him out and play fetch.

I'd be very, very happy. :)