buy brand name viagra If I wasn’t a dog, what would I be? I was lying on the floor in the laundry room the other day watching a fly buzzing in the window when this question popped into my mind. I like being a dog. I wouldn’t want to be a fly. Sure, they are free to roam anywhere they want (unless they are swatted by a human hand) and they are fast. They wouldn’t have to wait all day until their parents got home to run around free. But they aren’t see cuddly like me. Would my Mom want to snuggle up next to a fly? I think not!
I have a friend at preschool named Max. He is a Collie with a lot of energy, just like me. We get along well because we both love to run and jump and he doesn’t seem to mind if I occasionally land on him by accident. He’s pretty tough that Max. But Max always wishes he could be as fierce as Charlie, the German Shepherd who plays in our group every week. Charlie is always nice to everyone at preschool, but everyone is also a little afraid of Charlie. He looks tough and when he gets mad all he has to do is let out a low growl and every dog in the place runs away. Max thinks this kind of power is great and he wants to be just like Charlie. I tell Max I like him just the way he is.
Julia is the Chihuahua who lives down the street. She is long haired and beautiful. When we meet each other on our morning walks, we always rub noses to say hi. Sometimes when my Mom and her Mom walk us together she tells me how she wishes she would grow as tall as a Golden Retriever. She doesn’t like being short and her miniature legs do not allow her to run as fast as other puppies in the dog park. I tell Julia that she is the prettiest puppy on the street, but she just says, “Thanks, Bailey”, but doesn’t look any happier.
I think my friends are just perfect the way they are. Why do we always want to be something we are not? I like being a Wheaton Terrier. I don’t want to be a fly or a German Shepherd or a Golden Retriever. I want to be me: Bailey Biscuit Ball. What about you?