First, let me say that if you are an animal lover and find yourself living in the absence of any animals (I offer myself as an example here…), you might find yourself doing odd things, like calling dogs that aren’t there. Or talking to the cat perched on your fence. Or saying good morning to some birds. Or hell, even saying “hi” to those foxes digging through your garbage cans (oh, excuse me, “rubbish bins”).
I have two great animal dreams in my life — one is to live on a farm and raise a fleet of dachshunds (at least 10) and watch them run through fields and laugh and laugh at the cuteness of it all. The second great animal dream is to ride a horse. Perhaps this dream is more practical than the former, as there are no shortage of people who love horses in this country.
I will say, animal lover that I am, I never really “got” goldfish. Owning goldfish always seemed to me a bit like a science experiment for school children. I will admit that as decorative objects they are lovely and nice to gaze at when staring into space thoughtfully. But they are living things, aren’t they? Set them free into the wild, I say. Oh, but is there even such thing as “wild” goldfish these days? Or ever?