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?