I bought a dog.

If you know me, then you have just fallen off your chair reading that title, but it is true. I am not sure what changed inside my head that openly voiced how I "hated" animals for the last 25 years of my life (I put hated in quotes because it wasn't that I hated animals, I mean I could care less that they existed on the same planet I did, I just didn't want one to ever touch me, lick me or shed near me), but pretty much I blame it on turning 26... and my mother.

As a child you look up at and admire your parents (if they're worth admiring, and luckily mine were) and I wanted to do everything they did at exactly the same time they did. This meant I was supposed to be married at 24 and having my first child days after my 26th birthday. Well here we are, weeks after my 26th birthday and I am unmarried and as far as I know, not pregnant, so there goes that childhood "dream" of being exactly like my mom. Thus, buying a dog. So now, I have a child per say, and I am getting married in June, so by the time I am done being 26, I will be in exactly the same place as my mother. Woah, woah, woah don't think for one second I am only getting married for the sake of being married at 26, it's just perfect coincidence (or destiny). So maybe God was on my side all this time trying to make this happen. He did introduce my fiance to me months and months in advance of when I decided to give him a chance. So maybe it's my fault? We meet 10 months sooner, we get married 10 months sooner... I could be having real babies instead of buying baby-replacements. Really kicking myself now! Or not, because I am still in the "too selfish to spend my money on someone else" phase of my life. 

But the point of this blog is not to argue with myself (unless it's over health & fitness) so I will stop ranting and explain why this dog/child of mine has allowed me to be more active in the last three weeks of my life than I've been in a while. I mean this dog has energy. We run, we jump, we climb stairs (that's new as of yesterday) and he is freaking fast. I full out sprint when we run down the street together... and he only chooses to sprint when I'm wearing inappropriate shoes like high heels or uggs. If I wear sneakers to walk him, we sniff at some leaves and sit down and not want to walk more than two houses. Moral of the story, my 10-week old dog is smarter than me. Hopefully he gets me to run some serious mileage before wedding day!!!

XOXO