If I had more ability to choose, I would have a dog. A mid-size mutt somewhere between a lab and a golden retriever. Or what sparked my soul when I went to the local humane society to adopt (always adopt, if you can).
But so few apartments allow you to have a dog, most prefer small animals.
So I've got a rabbit.
I've talked about Loki before, my little hopping agent of chaos. He's been settling into the new apartment, but I've noticed something that didn't trouble him in the old place: there's less for him to chew.
|Loki, all 12 pounds of fluff|
It's seemed a success so far, but I'm working on it.