Ugh I just need one!
Why?
Why not?
Knock off your little attitude or you can forget even having this conversation and you won’t get a puppy till you are married.
My mother was worried about me going away to college and stranding her with some unruly beast. She was disgusted by any dog that wasn’t like her precious little baby. He was the most pampered pooch aside from a rich pet, so I suppose he was the highest of the middle class. Anyway, she was one hundred percent against getting me a new dog after my best friend of eight years died. There was no way I was winning this one because she had already started with the eye rolls with each word that left my begging lips. I rattled my brain for a way to get to her deeply hidden heart, but nothing seemed to be pressing her to believe a canine companion was needed to soothe my needy heart. I decided that I would just have to surprise her with a furry little friend and pray she didn’t kill it on sight. We searched vigilantly for the perfect pooch that would melt her frost bitten heart. There were so many cute little, fuzzy little, furry little cuddle balls out there, but who would we fall in love with? Daisy, formerly known as Bo Peep was gangly and awkward and probably the cutest thing I’ve ever seen, but could she bring out the same feelings in the ice queen was the real question? She did. The puppy magic worked and very well actually. Perhaps a little too well because now the only person our precious little Daisy listens to is my mother. The irony of the world never ceases to amaze me.
