Maternal Instincts?

I went to a pet shop today.

Every customer there was a pet owner (well, duh). And I felt jealous.

I always wanted my pristine home and cashmere-throw-on-the-sofa life. And such a life isn't really synonymous with pets.

But just maybe - maybe - a miniature long-haired daschund to keep me company wouldn't be such a bad idea.

Sigh.