Gone to the Dogs

We never really planned on having six dogs; it just kind of happened. I was always of the mindset that two, or at the most three, dogs was sufficient unless one bred them professionally. And yet, here we are, with six dogs.

I currently have three of them in the room with me, which I think is some kind of record low. One is sleeping, and two are tearing around the room like maniacs. The two maniacs are doxies, the sleeper is an elderly beagle. Sleeping is what he does best. The other dogs include another doxie, another elderly beagle, and a larger than average golden retriever.

I know this is too many, and probably puts us in the category of "trailer trash", but there is nothing to be done. We are stuck with six dogs, three cats, two birds, and a hedgehog.

Of course, this is a major downsizing from what we used to have, but most of the animals were outside where we used to live, and for some reason they all think they live inside here. In fact, they think they live in my bed and under my feet, which makes sleeping and walking somewhat difficult at times. (Not the hedghog of course. He sleeps in his own cage and is rarely underfoot.)

So that being said, can someone explain to me why I still insist on looking longingly at ferrets, fish, hamsters, and basically any kind of creature I could bring home??