It Made Sense in My Dream: Cocker Westie

The other night I had a delightful dream. Really. And in my dream I had a dog (I know, right?); not that that is so interesting or remotely delightful in and of itself. But in my dream my dog's name was Alleluia (alternate spelling Halleluiah). I find this to be an amazing dog name. "Come here, Alleluia!" or "Alleluia, leave me alone!" or "Don't be afraid, Alleluia doesn't bite" could all be wonderful things to say. So once again, the notion struck me as it does every so often: Do I want a dog?

I don't know why I sometimes think I do. Actually, I could probably easily psychoanalyze this, but I don't need to give any credence to those theories, or at least I should not voice them myself. Anywho, having a dog is so in right now, which actually would be more of a detractor for me than anything else. And much like Juno, maybe I need to put the bonds of loyalty really to the test. But that doesn't seem fair to Alleluia. The only real reason I have ever thought maybe I would like one is that I think it could be an interesting experiment for me, but I hear neglecting a dog can be a criminal offense. My argument of "I knew that was gonna happen; I just wanted to double check" probably wouldn't hold in a court of law. Damn. And now this 2nd reason (the name Alleluia) is certainly tempting.

So I took a dog quiz. Given my answers, I am surprise the quiz even churned out a response. I have no desire to ever groom my dog, and my ideal dog is hairless, mute, and as close to invisible as possible. But the quiz gave me three choices and the clear winner of the three was none other than the Cocker Westie. Who knew this freakshow even existed? This dog is by no means freaky; it is quite cute, but the name sure does make me giggle.

So let's weigh the Pros: A kick ass name, a giggly breed, and um, a reality show in the making? Dog Hater Gets Dog

The cons: I hate odors and barking. The crazy dog girl upstairs already has two too many dogs I never want to see on a daily basis. I don't want to pay to feed it. I don't want dog hair anywhere. I hate neediness. Picking up dog feces seems like a fate which should only be reserved for Greek tragic heroes.

I am a firm believer, sometimes, in the notion that dreams hold truths. Drowning puppies is always a good punch-line to a joke. Maybe I woke up too soon. Sorry dog lovers; it was my subconscious, not me.

R.I.P. Alleluia, R.E.M.
Who existed for a mere nanosecond, if you believe the science of sleep