My clock isn't broken, just a couple hours slow

In the past year, we have had just about all our female friends have their biological clocks go into overdrive. I tend to find the phenomon quite entertaining. The ones with boyfriends/husbands determined that it's time to grow up and raise a family. In our circle of friends, that does not mean having babies. That means taking on pets...hehe...such is the life of young professionals. As for our single girlfriends, most are in their late-20's and early-30's looking for someone to direct their affections. Not that there is anything wrong with that. I think it's great as I am a huge animal lover. I, unfortunately, just have not had time to fully nurture the idea of a pet seeing over the last few years as my two jobs make it a bit difficult to be a good "parent".

However, I have been sooooo yearning for a little four-legged doggie running around lately. I keep telling Boyfriend that we need one. I even know exactly the kind I want and know what to name him...because, of course, it WILL be a "he", and Boyfriend has no say in naming him. He will be a boston terrier and his name will be Otis. Nice, huh? Boyfriend is running resistence to my campaign for a new family member. Although I agree that we are in a major transition and a dog would make things even more complicated, I am still working on softening him to the concept.

Even as we looked at some of the homes in Tampa, I made sure to remind Boyfriend that we needed enough room for Otis to run around as I am sure he'd bore easily if we lived at a place with a tiny yard. In addition, I have added this picture as our screen saver to remind Boyfriend of how cute Otis is:

Here is a picture I found at which I have named the black and white terrier Otis and the lighter terrier is his friend Mabel - short for Maybelline. I even tell Boyfriend, "Say good night to Otis," when he powers down the computer. Yes, I know... I'm not at all bizarre.

In the end, Boyfriend is right (and you will rarely ever read/hear me admit that, so he better relish in this instance!). Transitioning into a new city, getting situated with a new job, and trying to regain a network of connections will not leave much time to tend to a new puppy for either one of us. It would be extremely unfair to the little guy, so I guess Otis will have to be on hold temporarily.

In short, I guess that when all my girlfriends had baby fever, they got dogs. I have puppy fever, so I guess I'll just get a fish. I just don't think this:

...will ever be as cuddly as Otis. Sigh.