I’m in a quandary. When you first had puppies, [and by ‘you’ I mean ‘ Sadie’] I wanted a puppy so bad. Mostly for hubby. That’s grandpa-hubbie to you. But then I keep thinking: I really don’t want a puppy. I want a grown up dog. I really don’t like puppies.
Oh, they are cute enough at age six-weeks. Actually the whole time from birth to about three months. But my goodness they start to become so mischievous. They start to poo everywhere. They chew on shoes and crafts and anything, really, left lying around.
And then there’s the whole thing about going out into the road and getting run over.
Three of our puppies have done that in recent years.
So I am just going to pay you $20 for a puppy to give to someone else who can’t afford one. That’s all I can think of to be fair to you since I know you have been saving the cute little black one with the brown face for us.
PS: I will bring the money camping with us. [Just 6 more days!!!]