Today I am more than likely going to go with my mother to pick out a new dog.Â Her little toy poodle–a present from me almost two years ago–is lonely while my mom is at work, and needs a companion.Â Â A local shelter has a litter of chihuahua/rat terrier mix puppies.Â They are tiny.Â They are cute.Â They need a home.
But one of them can’t have mine.
Daughter has already looked at the puppies online and chosen one, has written a letter promising to take “full responsibility:–ha! like I haven’t heard that before–and son insists that our Ollie would be much happier with a playmate.Â Presently we’ve got two dogs and a rabbit and I can’t take on another pet at the moment.Â
I have to be strong.Â I cannot weaken.