. . . is to like what you have. As in, for me, cats. Three of them. I am NOT a cat person. (I’m obviously also not much of a photographer–but I’m working on it. The middle photo, of the gray cat Smoggy, isn’t really a mistake so much as a reflection of her general personality.) I am a DOG person. I get this sappy grin on my face at the sight of a dog, any dog. I miss my darling little long-haired Chihuahua Lupita, who died several years ago. But, for various reasons having to do with expense, convenience, and life’s vicissitudes, I don’t have a dog right now. I could walk into the Denver Dumb Friends League tomorrow and get a dog on the spot, and believe me, I’m periodically tempted. But then I think of housebreaking, and walks, and how much easier it is to get a petsitter for three cats than for one dog, and I resist the temptation. I tell the cats all the time, “I love you guys, but you’re not dogs.” But hey, guess what? They’re what I have. So there it is. I can pine over the “not dogs” part, or rejoice in the “I love you guys” part.
