You consider and reconsider your decision to get a pooch. You wonder whether to adopt from a shelter or get a pup from a pet store. When in doubt, you look it up online. Ponder over tough questions like how life would change after getting a dog, or where will you keep him if you need to go for a vacation.
You look around, and you find yourself amidst dogs of different ages and sizes; some sleeping, others playing, and barking, busy in their own little worlds. You want them all, be it the one who is gnawing on another pup's ear or the one looking sad in the corner.
Your eyes land on one little puppy who has picked you. It looks as if this little fellow had been expecting you, wagging his tail, he reaches out to meet you. And it's love at first sight. You fill in the papers, and lady tells you that you can take him home in a couple of days. You secretly feel guilty for leaving the others behind.
It's time for you to get your puppy home. You're heart begins to race as you zoom to the shelter to pick him up. Just a couple of signatures here and there, and then you begin clicking selfies, #withtheshelterlady, #mypuppy, so on and so forth. You post it on Facebook, Instagram, and on other social platforms.
You return home in the wee hours of the night, exhausted and ready to sleep. But Buddy has plans of playing, yapping, and whining. You lay him in his crate and beg him to sleep; but to no avail.
After a long day's work, you return home expecting a grand welcome from your new pup. But you couldn't be further from the truth. You come home to a shredded newspaper, stench of pee, and Buddy grinning proudly at his accomplishments. At this point, you don't know whether to cry of exhaustion or laugh at this predicament.
Just as you're about to give up, he finally poops. You collect it in a poop bag, and find him pooping further more till you run out of poop bags.
You look back over the entire experience so far and begin to wonder if having a dog was a good idea. Taking care of a puppy was not as easy as you had thought. As you crash onto your couch, Buddy tugs at your leg, begging to be lifted on to the couch.
Buddy takes it upon himself to embarrass you in every way possible. You don't have a couch cushion that doesn't boast of a stain made by Buddy. Your clothes have his fur on them. Parties bring out the devil in him as he chooses to display your unmentionables to your guests. He is an epitome of embarrassment.
You've begun to lose weight as half the food from your plate goes to him. He's learned a few tricks, reduced his temper tantrums, has fewer accidents in the house, and you're sleeping better with him next to you.
You've distanced yourself from people who don't like dogs on the sofa and have looked up vacation spots where Buddy can go with you. You have forgotten how life was before you had Buddy.
One fine night, you know it's time. You look at Buddy through your teary eyes and kiss him one last time. By the next morning, you're left with a heap of memories, photographs, and his old toys that remind you of him. And you think to yourself, 'he was just a little puppy'.