A boyfriend and a pet dog are pretty similar, right? I mean they're both more responsibility than I've wanted for quite some time. According to my best estimate it’s been 31 months since I last steadily dated one person. Come to think of it, the same amount of time has passed since I had full time pet responsibilities—that’s when I shipped Macy off to die at my parents (sorry about that mom, dad & sis). Sure I’ve pet sat since Macy, just like I’ve been out on a handful of dates, but nothings stuck mostly because I haven’t wanted it to.
Thinking of dating again long term brings up many of the same issues I have with getting a dog: do I really want to deal with the shedding? Do I really want to deal with the passing of gas in my bed? Do I really want to take him out for walks every day?
Maybe I do. I should warn my family, if things don’t work out, to expect a much larger visitor to euthanize.