I think the universe is trying to tell me something.
First, K tells me she thinks getting a dog would be good for me.
I told my mom, and she said, "That's funny, I was thinking the same thing!"
A few days later, I turn on the radio in the car and the first thing I hear is a woman on NPR gushing about how patting a dog releases oxytocin and the therapeutic value of dogs.
A few days later, I was watching a Q&A session with Dr. David Servan-Schrieber (Anticancer author), and someone asked about exercising reducing one's cancer risk, and his reply was, "The best way to get 30 minutes per day of exercise - get a dog!"
Then when I had to have 4 vials of blood drawn at the oncologist's office, E distracted me by telling me funny stories about this bull mastiff dog that she knows.
And my brother and sis-in-law just got a dog.
And now I'm dogsitting for two weeks.
Wow, ya think I should GET A DOG?!? Too bad my life is not at ALL set up for that right now, since I am in between apartments and all. But maybe once I am settled somewhere. In the meantime, I'm having fun taking those "What Type of Dog is Best for You?" quizzes on the Internet. :)