Sometimes when we are walking along the streets of Chicago and we see little paws
pitter-pattering across the sidewalks- we think
'
wouldya look at that little
lovebug fuzzy
furball burst of joy!' And sometimes even though we would never dream of it*, we think we want that puppy to be ours, maybe we will steal him.
' But we don't because we are good and noble citizens**.
And so our heart continues to ache for the 'Mops' to our Marie. The 'Hooch' to our Turner. The 'Lassie' to our Timmy. Jude longs for a 'mangy mutt, a really ugly scraggly dog that likes to party and drink beer and stuff.' Howe pines for 'the one at the pound who leaps first at the
Frisbee in the air.' While Fran tears at the mere thought of her future pugs (Ruby and Gloria) '
roly-
polying and snorting their snouts all around the apartment.'
Everybody hurts. We know this, Michael
Stipe. But there is now hope in the
desolate hole of
pet-less despair. You can now
rent a pet! Though not in Chicago (yet),
Flexpetz is a service for people whom love dogs but simply can't have them full time. Check 'em out and for the love of good shoes, don't forget your plastic baggies.
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*okay, this is not entirely true. we would dream of it but probably not do it.
**that is not entirely true either. but we have had no recent law-official-type of run-ins. that we can recall.
