Thursday, April 23, 2009
I thought living by myself would have been a dream. No messes of others to deal with. No awkward morning encounters with strangers my roommates had stay the night. And no impromptu midnight parties that would distract me from my sleep.
But after about a month of solitude, I became lonely. Rather than admitting that I was lonely, I got a dog.
Buster, as he was named by his former owner, was a beagle and was a lot messier than any roommate I’ve ever had. Anything stuffed was promptly shredded and any clean part of the carpet was swiftly tainted with pee or poop.
But no matter how many pillows were destroyed or stains were made, I couldn’t get mad at his puppy dog eyes or good intention-filled personality.
Check out Kristopher’s personal essay on page 19 for his story about how he met and fell in love with his “lil’ buddy.”
Eventually, I had to give Buster away because I was moving to an apartment that already had two dogs. Hope he doesn’t miss me too much, because I really miss him.
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chivalryisdead (anonymous) says...
why not get a girlfriend instead?
at least she'll understand when you tell her to leave.
April 27, 2009 at 11:54 a.m. ( permalink | suggest removal )
juniper08 (anonymous) says...
ummm pretty sure he's got a boyfriend...
April 29, 2009 at 4:59 a.m. ( permalink | suggest removal )