When I grow up...

I wanna be a dog. Or a cat. To hell with the whole "I want to be a programmer/doctor/lawyer/astronaut" crap. What I really want is to be a dog. To have people who feed me and clean up after me. To have someone available to snuggle when I feel like snuggling. Or playing. To nap whenever I want to. To be loved for no other reason then that I'm fuzzy. That's what I want to be when/if I grow up. Now mind you, I haven't grown up yet, and I really don't think I'm ever going to. But if I do, I wanna be a dog. I mean, imagine, your biggest worry would be whether or not there's another bone after you finish chewing up this one. That's the life.

Of course, being a cat wouldn't be too bad either. If I felt like being rude, no one would care, they'd just say, "Well, she IS a cat." Again, someone would feed me and clean up after me. And be there for the playing and snuggling. And my biggest concern would be that the sunbeam that I'm laying in is moving away from my spot. Yep, being a cat wouldn't be too bad either. Except maybe the hairball thing. Of course, being a dog has some drawbacks too. It might get annoying to constantly be blamed when someone else passes gas. Of course, I could always poop in their shoes. Can't really do that when you're human. Probably a good thing ;)