I wish.

Ben says that if I come home with the above, it's grounds for divorce. He is only kidding, I'm sure. But I won't press my luck anytime soon.

Still, I want one. I really want one.

And it's hard not thinking about owning one when they populate the running paths near my house and I see all kinds of them -- fluffy, scruffy, petite, athletic, toy and chubby ones -- every day.