I wanted a puppy

Isn’t it interesting how you don’t know how much you want something until that something is waved in your face and then taken away?  Prior to yesterday, I had absolutely no idea how much I wanted a puppy.  Now, I’m disappointed there’s no puppy.  And there’s not likely to be one for quite some time.  As of right now, it seriously looks like I won’t be able to have a puppy until I (at some distant point) end up with my own home.  I don’t ever want an anklebiter – I want a golden or a lab.  But I’m not cruel enough to subject a golden or a lab to an apartment, even if the apartment let me have one.  And so long as I’m still living at home, getting a puppy isn’t exactly my decision.  *Sigh* time to move on, I suppose.  Easier said than done though.