It’s the same thing with dating. I consult with girlfriends who’ve successfully negotiated the minefield of today’s dating scene. I do my research with therapy, books, seminars and lots of practice. I put myself in social situations where I can meet great guys. I look, listen and talk to available men. Yes, sometimes I touch and nuzzle them, and even kiss and pet. But I don’t take them home… I won’t do that until I’m sure I’ve found the one who’s right for me.

Finding the right one is not the end… it’s just the beginning.
The first few months of new dog ownership were an adjustment—not for the dog, but for me. One day, I was complaining to a friend. “I think I made a mistake,” I said. “Yes, the dog is affectionate, loving, fuzzy and warm, and she makes me laugh. But jeez… she interrupts my work, she needs attention, she’s full of energy and bounces around the house when I’m trying to write. And she’s just here all the time!”

My friend burst out laughing. “Sounds just like a husband to me,” she said. “That dog is training you to have a husband!” After a moment of stunned silence, I laughed too.