We have three dogs now, including a 120-pound Newfie that makes the ground shake when she busts out her running shoes and takes off after a squirrel.
Living with three dogs causes Ken Cannon and me to have the following conversation on a regular basis:
ME: Didn't we have three dogs that one time before?
KC: Yes.
ME: Didn't we say we'd never do that again?
KC: Yes.
ME: So why did we do that again?
KC: Because we're a halfway house for other people's dogs. And also because we apparently never learn our lessons.
ME: Well, this time we've learned our lesson FOR REAL. After these three cross the rainbow bridge, it's only one dog for us. And possibly a cat. But only one cat.
KC: Of course.
ME: Except, you know, dogs are social beings. So maybe we'll have two . . .
And so it goes.
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2 comments:
Love it! Can't help it, you are a loving soul with a HUGE HEART for furbabies !!!
Get a cat like our cat. He plays fetch and comes outside with us on a leash. If he grew up with a dog, they'd be social together. I'm sure of it.
But you have time to plan for the cat purchase!
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