My future pet

For all of you that do not know the story about how I became the owner of my cat, Mona Lisa, let me summarize. After graduating from UNC, I thought I would have to fight off all of the job offers that would be coming my way. Yeah right. During one of my countless interviews and answering the age-old interview question, "So, where do you see yourself in five years?" The interview took a very bad turn. I won't go into detail, but I left in tears. Not just a few tears, but big, baby tears. I was devastated.

Instead of heading to Cherry Creek to buy an expensive pair of shoes, I headed to the Dumb Friends league, in Denver to adopt a cat. I'm not kidding. I had wanted a cat for awhile and I knew the cat would love me, regardless of having a job or not. After "meeting" with a few felines, I fell in love with my Mona and I took her home that day. I called Parish and told him I had a surprise. "I adopted a cat!" He didn't believe me, until he saw Mona in the fur.

Okay, so I didn't get the job, but I got a cat and to this day, I'm so glad I had such a nightmare interview, because I love the dickens out of my cat. That said, I recently "met" a dog and I fell in love.

My future dog, who I'm going to name Vinci (like Leonardo Da vinci). Mona Lisa and Vinci, too cute, right?! For those of you who know me well, know that I have wanted a greyhound for about 100 years. And I still do, but there is something about this boxer/redbone hound mix that is tugging at my lil' heart strings. I saw the dog in person in Kansas and was attached from the beginning. You have to see this dog in person, they are so neat looking.

I will let you know when we get Vinci, but don't hold your breath. I'm afraid it will be a little while. Until then, I will just have to pretend like I did when I was five. "Here Vinci, come here boy." See...it works!