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Moar, I totally get it. I spent several years (after leaving the parental home) unable to get a dog, because my unsettled lifestyle/the kinds of place I was living, just weren't suited to dog ownership. About 5 years in all (barring a short period when we took in a stray - just before we got evicted and had to give her up). I never stopped feeling that doggy shaped hole in my life. Towards the end of that period when it was looking like J and I might actually be getting to a stage where we could provide a settled home for a dog, I used to buy Dog magazines and just dream about it. I drove my mates mad when we went out, because I'd just be dog-spotting the whole time :P (actually, in fairness, i still do that quite a lot).
I was like one of these lasses who desperately wants a child and melts at the sight of every pram.
I absolutely cannot be without a dog.
You'll eventually hit a stage in your life when it's a real possibility. This isn't forever.
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