So back to the dog. The kids and my husband are really starting to put pressure on me about the dog. And now that Christmas is approaching the first thing my youngest says to our Elf on the Shelf in the morning is, Please, please, please Isaac Sprital, make sure Santa brings me a new puppy for Christmas. Amen. Usually I completely ignore his request and instead explain to him that if he really wants a puppy it might be a good idea to pray to God, not Santa. Im not expert on religion but thats the kind of thing that might tick The Almighty off.
So just last week my husband tried one more time to plead his case to ensure a new puppy might be waiting for us on Christmas morning.
My husband, Jay, said, We really need to start looking to make sure one will be ready by Christmas. Remember how we waited too long last summer and the puppies were all gone.
I completely forgot I told him the puppy store had run out of puppies. I was more shocked that he believed that story.
The boys arent ready for an inside dog, I said.
Ill take care of him if the boys dont.
For the record, this is the same man who said he would have the baby for me if he could when I was in the 15th hour of labor with our second child.
Becky, we live out in the country. Dont you think its a good idea to have a guard dog that will bark and let us know if strangers are coming up the driveway?
We have a guard dog. Her name is Barbara Andrews and she lives next door. And who is scarier, a fluffy white dog or a white-haired woman wearing a nightgown speeding towards you in a golf cart and holding a loaded shot gun?
But we could train our puppy to warn you when shes leaving her house to come over so you can make an escape.
SOLD! The dog will be ready for pickup any day now.
by Becky Andrews
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