When a former neighbor asked me last year whether I was willing to adopt a dog who needed a home, I said no — and I was emphatic about it.
I already had more cats than I wanted to admit, so there was no room at the inn. I love dogs — and missed having them around, too — but I was determined not to have another dog as long as I was living alone. Dogs require a lot of work and since I no longer work from home, it didn’t seem fair to have a dog waiting all day for me to return.
I had absolutely no intention of adopting a dog yet. And that was final.
But one year later, my best canine friend is celebrating her first full year with me today. How did that happen?

What does it say about my life if my biggest motivation is a dog?
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