Sam wants a dog. Sam has wanted a dog for 8 years. Sam has found a loop hole and now he thinks that he is going to get a dog. He's not going to give up and the kid is going to harass me until he gets one. What is his loop hole? Well, it involves me. His Dad said that if I wanted a dog, and that the dog was my responsibility then..and only then can there be a dog in this house. Here is the problem, I don't want a friggin dog. I have nothing against dogs, nothing at all. I actually love goldens but I don't want a dog. In three years when Sam goes to college, I'm going to be stuck with a dog. Plus...I know for a fact that Sam, who claims he will help care for the dog, won't agree with me as to what that means. I think that dogs must be walked...atleast twice a day, but three times a day is better. I'm not talking a little stroll down the street, I mean really walked. That doesn't mean, just letting him run around the back yard for a little bit. Sam seems to think once a day is fine. The neighbors have two dogs and they really don't walk them and he says they are healthy so that proves his point. Not going to happen. He also doesn't understand that someone has to pick up the doggie poo every day. He thinks once a week is fine. I disagree. Plus I like to go barefoot in the back yard....with a dog I can't do that...cause its gross. Nope, its not going to happen. I don't want to clean up doggie fur or wipe the nose marks off of the windows. I don't want to smell wet dog everytime in rains.......No, no, no.
I will be strong, I won't let him show me puppy pictures and owww and ahhh over how cute they are. No. I will stand fast and refuse to let him drag me to a pound. Do you know what Sam said to me last friday on the way to his music lesson? He said, "I know you better than you know yourself. If you go look at some dogs, you will want one. You won't be able to resist it once you see it and start petting it." The sad part is that he is right....I would want one. Yep, why do you think I never ask to see the puppies or kittens at the pet store. I look at them and say, oh how cute...wittle puppie wuppies, ittle kittie witties. I DON'T TOUCH THEM...I'd be done for. I've got about three years of Sam begging for a dog in front of me. Crap, I may have to quit my job. I'm not sure I can handle three years of puppy harassment. I'm a cat person, damn it! I'm just going to keep telling myself that I will be strong and not give in. I'm so screwed.
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So how many dogs do you need? I can ship about ten over to your right now. I need to clear some room in the pound. LOL.
Be strong! Sam can always get a dog when he has his own place. :)
Kip, I'm very glad that you do not have my phone number or Sam's email address...for I fear you would fill his mind with ideas. No dogs for us...by order of ME, thank you!
Sue, I told him that. I said, just think, when you get out of college you can get a dog or two dogs, whatever you want. He seems to think that all boys need a dog when they are growing up and that it is almost getting too late. I told him to visit the neighbors dogs and get it out of his system. I'm such a mean nanny.
Oh Netter, I am going to have to send you some pics of the little guys tomorrow. They are so cute, looking at the camera through the fence saying, "Please take me home. All I ever wanted was someone to love me." But I'll probably have to put them to sleep if no one claims them soon... No pressure though.
Oh, that last comment was from me. I don't know why it showed up anonymous.
KIP! That was friggin EVIL. Don't do that to me!
So what kind of dog are you going to get?
Seriously, I'm not getting a dog. If he keeps it up, I'm going to get a stuffed puppy, a big box and tape record the sound of a puppy whining...then I'm going to give it to him on April 1st. As mean as it is...it will only be fair.
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