My 48 hour dog

Recently I had an adventure with a shiba inu. It was not an adventure I'll soon forget. It all started when Kevin and I were looking at some cars. Because we were bored one Saturday while getting his oil changed we decided to walk around the car lot, and I found a 2000 manual black mustang. To die for! So we took it for a spin. I was nervous to drive it at first, but my summer stick shift experience with the Isuzu P'up came right back to me, and I didn't stall at all. It was so much fun! After that I was severly bummed because keeping it was and will be for quite some time out of the question. To cheer me up we went to the Pet store, in hindsight, this was just plain dumb. Dog's are much more afforable...or at least they appear to be. We played with a few of the hypoallergenic ones (for me) and then saw this puffy little sharp nosed white haired fox dog. The prettiest little dog I've ever seen. After three hours in the pet store Kevin bought it. This was my fault, I'm kind of a good convincer, besides I knew he'd fallen in love with it too. We knew it was ok to have companion pets in my apartment if you live alone or are prone to be lonely, and so we bought a bright blue collar, leash, kennel, and a GINORMOUS bag of food. His shots had already been taken care of and first vet visit was free. All systems seemed go. We brought him to his new home and within five minutes he'd tried to mark it five times. Really quickly though he got the hang of going outside. He was shy at first but started to get comfortable and kinda frisky. If you'd hold him up to you he'd get all cuddly and snuggle up around your neck, he was so affectionate! We named him Yuki (Yookey). It means snow in japanese, which I thought fitted a japanese dog that looked like snow. I carried him in my purse, which he liked, and as we went around town, people kept asking us if he was real or not. He looked like a little white stuffed fox. Oh and a shiba inu's do the funniest thing everytime you pick them up. For some reason they stick out all arms and legs like their superman, but out to the side. I was thrilled with him; until about 9 hours later. I had a panic attack and called Kevin and cried to him about how I wasn't ready for the responsibility of a dog. It's like a baby, and his life was in my hands, and what if I had to leave for a long time somewhere or he got sick or lonely or lost. So the next day we took him on some errands with us, and talked it over. We returned him to the pet store where he was bought by a coworker of Kevin's a few hours later. Anyway, someday I'll get a wonderful dog, but that day is not today, tomorrow, or the day after that. I enjoyed and loved my 48 hour dog, but thats enough for now.