Twenty-one years ago, we got our first pet when our oldest was 5 years old. We had two dogs, one cat, and an assortment of fish through the years of raising our kids. We had pets up until 2 years ago and we were sure that we wouldn't have any more. We enjoyed being able to get up and go away whenever we wanted without having to worry about who was going to feed the dogs or cat. The kids would hint that they'd like to have a dog, but we were strong...no more pets for us. In fact, my friend Deb has been fostering a dog who had six puppies. I sat across from her in a meeting last week, thinking to myself how glad I was that we didn't have a house full of puppies.
It happened again last night...Annie mentioned how nice it would be to have a dog. I felt myself waver...
"If we get another dog, I want to get one who's a little older. It would be trained and well behaved.
Then this showed up on my Facebook feed last night:
8:30 AM this morning, we were saw the puppies on TV. Oh boy! I sent Deb a text...no promises, could we come look at the puppies.
We left the house, knowing in our heart of hearts, that we were going to bring home a puppy.
We walked into Deb's house and I turned to Keith, "I think we should get both of them. They're going to be lonely without each other."
"Both of them? Are you kidding?" he asked incredulously.
"I'm serious," I replied back.
So, here's my little celebration for today. Meet Jem and Scout (yes, we had to find literary siblings as their namesakes).
They are darling and we love them already. I'm glad we changed our minds.
Molly just asked if we could get a kitten too. I'm pretty sure the answer to that question is going to be, "No!" We'll be plenty busy taking care of these new little ones in our family.