Dad arrived home from Ukraine for a few months. We dropped him off at his place tonight after picking him up at the airport and he said something I have been dreading for months. He told me I could drop his dogs off tomorrow.
I don't want to.
I like them. For the incredible amounts of work they are and the constant attention they need and the poop eating and the barking and all that, I really like them. And I want to keep them. Boo hiss on Dad for wanting his puppies back. I say possession is 9/10ths of the law, man.
It will be very lonely for us when they go. Madison, however, will be thrilled. I imagine she will do what everyone does when they finally have time alone. Walk around the house naked and drink from the milk jug.
Or is that just me?
No, I do it to...except Eric is still home...poor guy.
ReplyDeleteYeah, I imagine Eric finds it a real hardship.
ReplyDeleteno pun intended?? ahaha..sorry, you walked right into that one!
ReplyDeleteKrissie! I am shocked! Alright, yes, I did walk into that one. Too funny.
ReplyDeleteI'm pretty sure that Ky's covering her eyes and reciting the "Lord's Prayer" right now.
ReplyDeleteMary, you forgot that first she jumped 4 feet away from her computer, landed in the fetal position. Ky is never one for underreaction.
ReplyDeleteI did none of those things. I mentally said, "Yikes" and that's about it.
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