You know you've reached a new low in your obsession with dogs when you search, longingly, for "dachshund" on etsy.
My heart skipped a beat when I found this, and this and this. I had to stop and remind myself that I don't want to become THAT person.
I may already be there because really, who doesn't love a flying wiener dog? Seriously... name me one person, I dare you.
I could be getting all sentimental because I just found out that I am allergic to dog dander. Let that sink in a moment. I woke up yesterday with a firm understanding that I did not have allergies and went to bed overwhelmed by how many things I am allergic to. Trees, grass, weeds, mold, dust, DOGS. Oh dear. Not cats, but dogs. People, I am allergic to dogs, like in Carowhine Whinerson and Toblerone, the one who sleeps in bed with us.
Apparently I have exercise-induced anaphylaxis. Now take a moment and let that sink in. Maybe all those years of dreading exercising was my subconscious telling me DANGER! AVOID! DANGER! Maybe running in place in the living room to avoid running outside was kind of a good thing. Maybe having a gym membership for a year and only going twice was wise.
So... anyone interested in a whiny doberman and a cuddly dachshund? My husband comes with the dachshund because those two were so made for each other.