I have an imaginary dog. Her name is Rosie and she is a basset hound. I got her when she was a puppy because basset hounds are notorious hard to train and once they pick up a bad habit it is almost impossible to break them.
I did the whole nine yards with Rosie; I went to the imaginary basset hound breeder and she gave me the twenty-question work over. She wanted to make sure I was right for one of her dogs. I guess I passed because she only over charged me by $50.00, not bad for a pure breed imaginary basset hound.
I got a basset hound because next to the Irish wolfhound they are the laziest breed of dog. The difference between the Irish wolfhound and a basset hound besides size is that is that you have to make sure the basset hound gets enough exercise. I have a goal of weighing 180 by June 23rd of 2004. When I got Rosie I weighed 260. Now I weigh 226.
I take Rosie for walks twice a day. First thing in the morning, and right after I get home for work. We usually get in anywhere from a mile to three miles depending on what type of mood we are in. So far we are keeping each other in pretty good shape. And she is a pretty good listener too.
I think the best thing about Rosie is that she drives my cat nuts.
My cat Kuzco is a real pain. (He is also a real cat) I love him anyway, but how many dogs do you know who wait outside your shower so they can lick your feet first thing when you get out of she shower? Also Rosie doesn’t wake me up at 2 in the morning letting me know she is out of dog food, as to where Kuzco will wake me up when he is out of cat food, the litter box needs cleaning, or his water bowl has a bug in it. I figure he is my training wheels for when I finally get a son or daughter and the 2 am feedings are my turn. I told GOD I wanted to be the very best boyfriend/husband my girlfriend/wife ever had. So I figure this must be part of the training. (Nobody ever started out being the greatest; we all have to start somewhere, so I have a cat.)
