I had been giving it some thought, and although I'm still awfully scared of adopting one, I've been reconsidering over and over again.
I'm thinking of getting a dog. A puppy even.
I'm only concerned if I could actually be the best 'optimal' caretaker for him/her, since I could hardly keep a goldfish when I was younger.
I've been inspired lately by our neighborhood and how many beautiful dogs are out there, enjoying our park and jogging with their owners. I love watching the sense of security about them, and that commitment you see between master and dog.
I'm still hesitant for like a dozen more reasons, but I suppose that only shows how afraid and unwilling I am.
To my surprise, just last night, while at the Powerplant Mall in Rockwell-Makati, I was at the grocery when I passed by a sort of plant corner.
And there it was.
My tree.
I took it in my hands and felt this pillow of warmth and admiration for the the little creature. It's small, but strong. It has a trunk, for its tender age.
The saleslady called it the 5-Leaf Lucky Tree, or something like it. It grows until 5 feet only. For now, it stands 2 inches tall, not yet including the stems and leaves. I thought it would be perfect for my desk for the mean time, water it and put in the light routinely and change the soil whenever necessary. And as it grows taller, it'll be right in front of my desk, while I'm working.
To add a plant, nay, a tree, into my life, was something unexpected but something I'm counting on. If it could teach me to take care of it, probably in future, I could finally take care of a canine.
Of course, the plant and the dog altogether, not exactly very peachy, but I shall figure it out.
For now, I have Geraldine. Yes, I named my tree.
