Sometimes, Thinking

Sometimes, I wish Warden and Regrette were small dogs. Dogs I could scoop up into my arms. Dogs a woman could put into a purse. But they aren't. They're large dogs. Large, loud dogs. Dogs that sit with me on the couch, squashing me. Dogs that leave puddles of drool on the kitchen floor. Dogs that destroy.

But I love them, nonetheless.

Sometimes, I think how nice it would be nice to be scooped up into someone's arms. To be put into a purse. To be so small, and loved because I was so small.

Sometimes, when I think things like this, about Warden and Regrette's size and how nice it would be to be small, I know I need to go on an adventure.

I think I need to go on an adventure.