365 Project. Day 20, January 20: This is Bingley, The Last Dog I Will Ever Own, after I've kicked him out of the kitchen for the umpteenth time this evening. I always had pets as a child, and it has been a great source of grief to me that I find so little joy in having them as an adult. The expense, constant mess, and responsibility for life-and-death decisions, to which I was mostly oblivious as a child, have proved my undoing as a grown-up. The affection I receive from pets is again and again out-balanced by the heartaches and annoyance they bring. I'm really serious when I say this grieves me. It makes me feel sad and guilty. Don't get me wrong. I treat my pets way better than I let on. But it's usually more a matter of grimly fulfilling my obligation than it is of caring for and enjoying them as treasured family members. That said, I'm quite certain I'd feel differently about an alpaca.
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