It’s been a year since my dog Czar died and I’ve yearned for another black lab since the very next day. With the passing of the anniversary of Czar’s death, that yearning became even stronger and I began looking into black lab puppies or youngsters. Last weekend I located a 14 month-old female that was available for adoption. We went to visit her, but the visit didn’t go quite as I had hoped. I made arrangements to go back the next day, but then my back went out and I had to postpone. It took all week for my back to get better so I had a lot of time to think about bringing another dog into our family. I had hoped to finally make the second visit with the dog yesterday, but that didn’t work out. As the day went by, I came closer and closer to realizing that, while I really want another black lab, that’s probably not the right thing to do. We already have three dogs and I walk two of them most days. How would I walk a third one? When we travel, the three dogs fit nicely in the suburban with the three kids that are left at home. Where would we put another large dog? Our one big dog has become my shadow, following me around the house, sleeping by my bed. Would he accept another big dog beside him? No, I may want another black lab, but I’m not four years old. Add almost a half-century to that number and I should be old enough to realize that just because I want it doesn’t mean I have to have it. Ah, drat that darn maturity thing.