This weekend we decided to get a puppy.
Young Ladrinka and I.
Here’s what happened.
We went to PetCo to get some cat food (for Nicki, although times are tough, so you never know) and we saw a bunny for sale.
A bunny for sale! We said to each other.
Look at his floppy ears!
Hey, wouldn’t it be great to get a dog?
We agreed with each other that it would be great to get a dog.
We haven’t had a dog since Mavis, my beloved Basset Hound, died. Young Ladrinka was three then.
We can get a Basset Hound and call it Mavis Jr., Young Ladrinka said.
That settled it.
We would get a Basset Hound and call it Mavis Jr., I decided.
By the time we left PetCo, Young Ladrinka introduced the possibility that we would get a Yorkie instead of a Basset Hound and name it Fuzzball instead, but I dismissed that as crazy talk.
As we approached our happy home, I realized that I forgot about Husbandrinka, my personal Sword of Domacles.
I don’t think your dad wants a dog, I said.
We’ll work on him, we agreed.
Honey, I started gently, Young Ladrinka and I have something to discuss with you.
And that something is we want to get a dog, Young Ladrinka tiptoed in.
Over my dead body, Husbandrinka said. We filed that under “let’s keep talking”.
We tried logic.
Dogs are really doggy! Young Ladrinka said.
We tried reason.
Let’s just go and look at some Basset Hound puppies, I said. Maybe the kids won’t even like them.
Husbandrinka didn’t even respond. It’s like he’s some kind of a hostage negotiator. Without a heart or regard for his family’s happiness.
But we are on a mission.
We want a puppy and the happiness that it will bring our family.
Not to mention the blog fodder.
(This post was inspired by my wish for a puppy and by Jennifer’s post.)