I'll take the one with the spots ,er, I mean the blonde

If you really think about it, relationships are a lot like pupplies. Let's go over the steps.

First you have your basics. What kind of puppy do I want. A super cute energetic one that will demand to be taken out and spent time with consistantly, or a self reliant noble stallion of adorable fluff that can waste away hours without your attention.

Then you pick the stores to shop for it. Well if you pick the mall store you may get a puppy without her shots, or already with diseases, some of which might spread onto me. Maybe the puppies been constantly given attention, and wont respond as alert to me. Or maybe the puppy just chose to ignore you at the Blimpie when you bought her coffee, that ungrateful bit..er.wrong topic.

Anyway, you eventually decide you might want to hold off on getting a pet. Maybe you just dont have the money to support one right now, or you feel as it gets older it's demands will exceed your wallet by quite a large amount. Maybe you might want a cat, or antoher animal that could get your attention, or EVEN another dog. Who knows! My house isnt big enough for more than one dog. They might fight over me, or worse look for a new owner!

Overwhelmed, you give up.

Then. Your reading the paper, and you turn the page to that cute human interest stories section where some man single handedly cured the obesity problem in america with a comb and some grapes. The paper flashes to the picture of the cutest most adorable puppy you have ever seen. It all of a sudden fits every single qualification you put out for an animal, and maybe it's not the exact type you wanted, but you are overwhelmed by the wonder of how many tricks it can pull.

Your palm starts to sweat with excitement as you call up the seven digit number of awesome puppy goodness. Ring ring.. ring ring..
"Hello?"
"Hi, I'm interested in your ad in the paper"
"Oh good! how is 8 oclock for you?"
"Oh just fine thanks, I'l be there!"
"Great! Bring a leash!"

and several awkward hours later, where your not sure if you just actually had a conversation or talked in toungues, you find yourself with a puppy! It's actually lying at your feet! The day is satisfied. You have a pet, one to hug and squeeze and cherish with all the cutenes of the fluff brigade combined.

And then it begs you to walk it and you wish you were alone watching the game.

but so goes life!