So this past weekend, following 20 seconds of insane courage, I adopted a dog.
It was one of the most nerve wracking and special decisions I have ever made in my life. Because to me, a dog symbolizes my adult life. It’s an expansion of my selfish lifestyle to include the responsibility another’s well-being.
Now, I consider myself a pretty selfish person. Not in the sense that I don’t like to share or that I don’t care for others, but in the sense that I make my life decisions based solely on my own circumstances. For example, I made myself a promise a long time ago that I would never make a decision about my career or future based on a guy. And to this day that decision holds true. Whether those decisions were the right ones or not, I will never know. But they have brought to to where I am today and I have to say I don’t have any complaints. But I digress. I have a tenancy to think about myself first.
So in a sense my decision to adopt a dog was the most selfish, selfless thing I have ever done. I have wanted a dog for as long as I could remember. And saving her from the shelter was a great decision. I am so glad that she finally has a place to call home. And I am so excited to have a partner in crime for my runs, hikes, day trips and life adventures. But I am also scared of all the unknowns.
We are still in the “getting to know each other” stage. I think she is starting to understand that I am her owner now but it will take a awhile before she realizes that this is her forever home. It’s a learning process for the both of us but I am so excited of the days to come.