As I’ve made perfectly clear in previous posts, our dog drives me bonkers.
Whether it’s eating plastic skeletons (yes, that’s the latest item to go) or digging holes in the back yard, she just drives me crazy.
Believe me, there’s not a day that goes by where I don’t think of my dogless years.
But if you remember, my 7 year old loves this dog.
He is thrilled and apparently has further plans.
Yesterday Andrew told me, “Mom, I just had a talk with Sophie. I told her that if she stopped digging holes in the yard and barking at everyone, then we would get her a friend.”
I just looked at him and said, “What kind of friend?”
“A dog friend.” Cue the big smile.
I truly don’t think it’s fair to give Sophie or me such false hope.
Of course, I know where Andrew is going with this since he has been counting down till today for the past week.
You see, I’m taking the kids to volunteer at the SPCA this afternoon. We’re supposed to feed the horses, fill up dog dishes, and take a tour.
And look at the dogs.
A fact which Andrew has reminded me half a dozen times.
So hopefully my Wednesday post will not start out, “My 7 year old had the saddest look on his face so I bought him a dog.”
Wish me luck- and a healthy dose of memory to get through this trip!