Puppies

It started innocently enough. Simone's hubby sent her a message: If we were to get a dog, what kind would you get?

That very weekend, they packed up the family and headed to the pet store. Just to look, of course.

Hubby posted himself next to a black lab puppy. Simone nixed that one on account of a) labs shed, b) labs are excitable, c) labs cause considerable damage when they chew and d) labs are fairly large dogs. None of those considerations are particularly bad except that eventually, she knew they would cause hubby to lose patience with the dog.

The 12 year old fell in love with chorkies. Simone wasn't impressed: the chihuahua part was likely yippy. Hubby wasn't impressed either. He felt that the dog would be stepped on, sat on and generally squished on a regular basis.

Little B didn't seem to care about the breed. He just wanted a black dog. Then again, his preference seemed to edge toward the peke-a-poos. Unfortunately, all the peke-a-poo black puppies were males and Simone had stipulated that she wanted a female.

What to do? Get two puppies.

Two puppies? Are you mad???

Apparently, yes.