Gooner wants a dog…BADLY. She LOVES “puppies.” ALL dogs are puppies in her sweet mind.
Upon arriving at our humble abode there was a small rat dog, CLEARLY loved by his owner, hanging around our front door.
Gooner was in heaven. We played outside deciding what to do since the sweet dog had no tag… Q left for the grocery store and the “puppy” followed us inside our house. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh. It was weird. The puppy was in dog heaven and so was Gooner. She thought she now owned a “puppy.” She grabbed my cell and called Daddy and told him, “I have a puppy! Dad my puppy!”
The owner got his dog back and Gooner was puppyless. It was sad. It doesn’t make sense for us to get a dog now, BUT I wish we could for Gooner. But she’s getting a sister which is better…RIGHT?
I don’t know about that. My sister has been known to say to my Mom, “Do something with her,” in regards to ME getting into her stuff when we were children.
Are you a dog person? Cat person? Fish person?