I got a dog.

I've only waited 23 years of my life, and I finally have him, Basil.

 My mom being a borderline ocd clean freak, I was denied a dog for 23 years, no matter what I offered, 

be it straight A's or buying one with my own money. Now that I've moved out, 

my chances jumped 80%, but it still took some sweet talking...and 12 shelter visits after, I brought Basil home. 

Couldn't be happier. 

It's strange because I had this epiphany when I was dog sitting my sister's boss's dog. 

I remember thinking "This is what I'm missing in my life!!! A dog". I do believe my life has gotten better 

and only better as the years pass. I'm thankful for many, many things. 

I just can't believe what a difference having a dog makes, period. For those of you who've grown up 

with dogs your whole lives, you guys are a lucky bunch, also with stronger immune systems. After that weekend, 

I was determined to adopt from a shelter. And visiting these shelters was an experience in and of itself. 

I would do it all over again, to bring Basil home. Now it's going to be me and him, until I'm 35. 

Oh yeahhhhh...

Kennel #300? The number 3 is my favorite number. Hm. 

The day I brought him home.