A Cautionary Tail

I have been jonesing for a small and fuzzy thing in my life for years now, preferably a canine, but I'm swaying closer to the kitty pool as the reality of time commitments, or rather my lacking ability with time commitments, gets clearer.

I was speaking to an anony this weekend (at a kitten party, actually) bitching about my lonely life without a puppy. Expanding on my concerns regarding the 16-odd years a dog would require of me, this helpful young fellow told me I should most certainly have a discussion with his father, a geneticist, who was currently plotting to manufacture domestic pets that would die within a convenient 2 year framework for us time-strapped (read lazy) yuppie-youngs.

I immediately wanted to vomit because this could potentially be an option for future whiners like myself, and decided to never again bitch about the life-expectancy of other sentient beings.