Help! I have a quandary

You know what I mean - I am in a state of perplexity and uncertainty over what to do in a difficult situation.

The difficult situation is - oh, I don't know how to tell you. I came across this word quandary a few days ago and I thought, that's it. That's exactly the state I am in.

My quandary (my favorite word at the moment) is that I am about to turn four years of age. Can you imagine. I'm no longer a puppy, littlie, mere child, rugrat, youngster or even a teenager or young sprite. I am an adult.

In human years, I will be 28 years old. And I should be married with children. I have a job. Quite a cushy job if I am honest. As four-legged companion to my human mum. Full board with treats. What more could a dog want? A few more walks along the beach would be nice.

But there is no spouse or children.

I must reconcile myself to being a bachelor. Peggy's not interested in me. I saw her yesterday and she was frollicking with a black Scottie - Schnauzer looking male (not a pure bred like me). They were rolling on the grass and necking. That's opening mouths wide and biting each other's neck but without biting down hard. It's something dogs do when they are being super friendly. I do it with Bertie because he is my half brother and we are very close.

But Peggy does not have eyes or a nose for me. And there is no other dogette that comes close to her.

And then there is a problem of no children. Dare I say, the issue is that I cannot have any issue, that is offspring, children, little Lochies.

I know I can't because I have had the snip meaning I am castrated (what a painful word). I am not a fully functioning adult. And without being asked which is a gripe I will carry for the rest of my life.

My quandary is should I adopt? I have been on the look out for other White West Highland Terriers. I don't want to adopt any old dog. I want one of my own. I thought if after we have done with our introductory sniffing then I would ask them if they would like to come home with me and be my adopted offspring. And because I am such a handsome example of our breed, how could they refuse.

Is this being selfish? What if the other Westie is content with their human owner and doesn't want to leave them. What if my human mum doesn't want a second Westie.

There's another quandary. To ask her or not. What if she ends up loving the other Westie more than me.

You can see my quandary. So many questions and I am unsure how to move forward.