Like everyone else on here: I love, LOVE dogs. I embarrassingly coo at dogs on the street. I scratch behind any furry pair of ears I can get my hands on. I dogsit for friends. I like every Dogist photo on my Instagram feed.
But I've never had the ridiculously awesome pleasure of owning one. When I was a kid, the reasons were allergies, house is too small, I don't clean up my room. (My parents tried to "compromise" by getting me one of those silly battery-operated fake yappy dogs. I will never forgive them.) Today, the excuses are, well, more grown up: I'm never home during the day because of work (I've been campaigning to make our office dog-friendly but, uh, no one is listening to me) and I feel bad leaving a pup all alone in a studio all day.
But I'm home on the weekends! And free to watch, cuddle, and play with your pup all weekend long. I live about a ten-minute walk from Prospect Park (I'm on the south side) for active dogs, and my apartment building has an elevator for especially lazy dogs. The apartment is a big enough studio, with a separate kitchen, that there's plenty room for a small or medium dog. I have no roommates so he/she'd have free range. Happy to do early morning walks and late-night strolls. I'll stick to whatever diet you give me (for the dog). And I promise I won't dress him/her up in any costumes.
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