So my mother mentioned in passing that one of the teachers at one of her schools has puppies. Miniature Australian Shepherds. A breed I’ve always liked. She knows that. I need a puppy (especially a very active one) like I need another hole in my head. I now have a price and a phone number.
Did I misplace my brain somewhere? Or is my mother tricking me into doing it?
bluesun
Doooooo iiiiiiiiit!
You just want puppy pictures.
Also, it occurs to me that you never say “Don’t do it!”
Then again, I don’t believe I ever tell you that, either.
you’re crazy
Yeah, well… so are you!
yah, but at least I know it!
Acceptance. I see. I’m not that far along yet.
Hey, you want an active little rat dog? I’ll box it up and mail it to you.
Free.
You just can’t blog about it. Belle might find out.
My mother already has two miniature schnauzers…