Puppies are cute.
Dogs are fine.
But I am a no pet fur/hair/fuzz person.
I particularly don't love their smell, way of communication, or desire to be in my bed.
So I told Blake if he wants a pet, we can have a fox.
He will live outside.
I will make him a cozy bed to sleep in when he would like to.
Maybe an old wine barrel with a thick flannel blanket.
And I will leave our scrapes for him to munch.
We will keep our distance, but know there is mutual respect.
It has been the bearer of all sorts of love notes.
Once Blake wrote, "I love you because you're clumsy." And then drew the girl falling off the swing.
So endearing.
