This post is about dogs. Corgis specifically. I will try to tie it to school at the end, but the truth is, it’s pretty much about Corgis.
I’m a cat person. I don’t like dogs. I’ve never liked dogs. I don’t like their breath, or their drool, or the crotch-sniffing. They’re loud and obnoxious. They’re wiry. They don’t melt into your lap like a cat. They have to be walked. They don’t use a litter box. They never leave you alone. Eugh! Dogs!
But for some reason I’m completely obsessed with Corgis. The tiny legs. The giant triangular ears. The inquisitive eyes. The huge smile. To not fall in love with this dog you’d have to have a heart of stone. My first experience with a Corgi was many years ago at a house where my friend was house-and-dog-sitting. Here I encountered the most adorable, jovial, friendly, energetic and happy dog I’ve ever seen. A Corgi! I played with that dog for at least a half hour straight, and I do not play with dogs. Ever.
I’ve been telling my friends and family that I want a Corgi for years. I am only half serious. I mean – the barking, the walking, the drooling, the chewing. I do not have the time or the patience for a dog. It’s almost like having a kid and I don’t want that either. I bought a nice couch right before I went back to school and I love that couch. It was an “investment.” It was one of the first “adult” pieces of furniture I ever bought. There will be no dogs on that couch. And yet…those huge triangular ears continue to seduce me. I watch the entire National Dog Show every year on Thanksgiving just to see the Corgi and cheer him or her on.
I’ve never seriously considered actually getting a Corgi. Even if I weren’t in school, a dog would still limit my social life since I’d have to go home right after work each day to let him out. I’d have to make plans to have someone watch him if I went out of town. And the couch – let’s not forget the couch. Then there’s the issue of acquiring the dog. I’d much prefer to get a shelter dog…but finding a purebred Corgi at a shelter is not likely to happen. If I were to get a dog from a breeder, I’d have to be sure the breeder was breeding responsibly and humanely. And then there’s the whole problem of bringing home a puppy. I have no idea how to take care of a dog, let alone a puppy who doesn’t know he’s supposed to pee outside. And the barking! I hate dogs that bark endlessly – more importantly I hate their owners. But I have no idea how to get a dog to stop barking! I could become the very owner I hate.
Obviously I should not get a Corgi.
With graduation fast approaching and my world feeling like it is opening back up, something in me has started feeling the drive to just do things. I’ve wanted to dye my hair a crazy color since I was twelve, and I haven’t done it out of fear of damaging my hair, or what people would think, or what I would think, or whatever. I dyed my hair ombre purple last week because all of a sudden I realized that I just don’t care anymore. So it’s purple. And I love it. I’m about to sign up for a three-week tour of Europe in May with a bunch of recent grads. I won’t know any of them, and I’ll be randomly assigned to room with one of them. And for some reason this doesn’t concern me at all. I think it will be a blast and I’ll meet a bunch of cool people and I’ll get to tour Europe.
I know some people have personalities where this kind of thing is normal for them. They’re reading this and laughing. But for me, it’s not normal. I’m very cautious. I plan endlessly. I make lists. I don’t make decisions without weighing all the options. So the act of just doing something because it sounds awesome is foreign to me…but so far it’s been really fun.
I’m not sure exactly where it’s coming from. I do think part of it is because I’m about to graduate and there seem to be so many options. But I’m also almost halfway through my 30’s. I’m not suggesting I’m old (I’m not), but it feels like I’m moving from a place in life where it seemed like everything was ahead of me to a place where it feels like everything that was ahead is now here. All the things I always said I’d like to do? Well – it’s go time. Now or never. Life is short. I don’t know the future. I may make it to retirement. I may not. If I do, I may have physical limitations. I’m not going to bank on taking care of my bucket list after I turn 60.
So that brings us back to the Corgi. Getting a dog would be a scary, intimidating thing. It would also be a hilarious, fun adventure. As of right now, my dream of having a Corgi is trumped by several other dreams (one cannot go to Europe for three weeks when one has a dog), so this is not my big announcement where I tell you all I am getting a dog. But getting a dog is now officially on my list of things that will happen.
And hopefully you’ll all get to hear about it! I’ve been thinking a lot about what will happen to this blog after I graduate. I won’t be in school anymore, but I want to keep writing. Wikipedia describes extra credit as “an additional challenge that might not be suitable as required work for all students.” An additional challenge. I like that. I can run with that. This crazy detour into engineering school has definitely been an additional challenge. And there will be more. And I’ll keep writing about them. Hope I can keep entertaining you!