I can’t believe I’m two years away from my 30’s and I’m still living a puppy-less life. I thought at this stage in my life I’d have at least a roommate that had a dog or a partner that I could trust to take care of each and every dog responsibility without my help. At this point I can imagine my fiancé yelling from the other room about the American Bulldog that he wants (me to take care of). I now find myself being the person that stands at the dog park fence with a joker-like smile on my face watching the dogs. I’ve even begged friends to let me…