Five Things: Dogs I’d Like to Own
This list has been actively debated by the GF and I for a little while now, and I want to get down my ideas right now, just in case I’m later persuaded that my ideas are less right and I end up with some kind of tutu dog on a bedazzled pink leash….
Without further ado, here’s the pooches I’d like to own
(btw, all of these dogs are compact, to be better suited to urban, yardless living)
1.) English Bulldog
I’ve wanted one of these dogs probably since I saw Adam Sandler’s dog playing basketball with him. Slobber-machine aside, these guys are stocky & solid (just like me) and pretty irresistible when you see them in public (also just like me). After-all, everyone wants to have someone around who makes them feel loved and secure at the same time. Possible names include: Brooklyn, Bronx, Igloo or Roosevelt.
I’ve already covered the predominant reasons I want to own a schnauzer in this post. In addition, I’m decently sure that if I owned one of these, I’d probably end up reading more, and being someone who says to people “Wasn’t it so and so who said (insert great quote here). (receive nods and applause here)”. Sounds like win-win, no? Possible names include: Kafka, Franz, or Herman.
3.) Jack Russell Terrier
I admit, I really first liked these guys because Fraiser had one. I have to say, I’ve gotten mixed reviews about Jack Russells and their boundless energy. Might have to get mine a treadmill or something. Perhaps, though, owning a hunting dog in the city is just not a great idea. Damn you, Wishbone, you made them look so cool, and literate. Possible names include: Alexander or Simon
This past weekend I saw one of these at the Humane Society and was mere seconds away from taking it home and hiding it’s existence from my apartment complex until Anie convinced me that it’d be much more reasonable to wait. It was not a great feeling leaving the poor pooch there, but probably for the best. After all, it’s at the Biltmore. That badboy is probably eating out of some kind of gold-plated food dish tonight.
5.) French Bulldog
Not sure whether it’s fair or not, but I see these dogs as a streamlined version of their English counter-parts. Typically, I shy away from most things with “French” in the name, likely tied to a French’s Mustard overdose as a youngster, but having seen one or two of these in the park across the street, they seem to be Americanized enough to love. After all, one of my favorite YouTube videos features a frenchie. (Don’t worry, he figures it out)
List completed, let me say that whatever dog I get will most certainly be a rescue of some type. There are too many dogs out there that need homes, and puppy-farms have to be among the most evil places ever created.