Don't Even Listen to Us, Part 3

We really stand by our word.  You know that already.  If we say it, we maybe, kinda, sorta mean it.  And that's final -- sometimes.

Last Saturday we went to have our family picture taken for the church directory.  We said we would NOT purchase any pictures.  So not true.

Then our kids wanted to go to PetSmart and "just look" and we knew there were no dogs there we wanted, so we said, "No way, no how."  Of course, we were there right away.  BUT we did not adopt the dog Checkered loved.  We congratulated ourselves on our maturity.

Our daughter turned on the great sorrow as we left PetSmart.  She pouted a bit.  She poured on the guilt.  What about the Big City Humane Society?  Huh??? Huh?? What about that Lab mix there??  Well??

We said, "We don't want a city dog with perhaps a very rough history."

We said, "It's a 45 minute drive.  Surely if we wait, there will be a dog locally."

We said, "We do NOT want a dog as large as the one you've chosen."

And we immediately got into the van and drove into the big city and adopted the very same dog.

Meet Pepper:

She was advertised as a Lab mix.  Not necessarily true.

She was advertised as large.  She weighs 8 pounds.

She was advertised as 8-10 weeks.  She is 12 weeks.

She was advertised as perfectly healthy.  She is not.

But this little puppy now owns us.  She has had good vet care and is starting to regain some energy and, we hope, weight.  Our neighbors have proclaimed her docile and good natured.  Our vet says that she will recover quickly and completely and then he hugged me because he thinks we really got the right dog this time.

No, we don't always mean what we say.  And that's a lucky thing for us.

Welcome home, Pepper!