Wistful

Why did I have to go to that pet store yesterday, oh why? On entering I found myself face to face with the loveliest Chihuahua. Those begging sad eyes, that tiny toy-like body shivering with excitement that the funny looking creature staring at him might be the one to rescue him from his cage and take him to his new home. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. I want that Chihuahua. He’s quite expensive but it isn’t money that stops me. How can I jump into the deep when I know I’ll drown? And yet I can’t stop thinking about him.

Duh.