Saturday, September 18, 2010

September 18, 2010.

She is on one couch on one side of the room with her dog, I am on the other couch on the other side of the room with mine.

"We don't have anything together. I mean, you have your dog and your kids and I have my dog and my kids."

"It's true."

"So tomorrow I say we go to Animal Control and we adopt a rescue dog."

"I'm not bringing anything else that poops into this house until something else that poops leaves."


2 comments:

Brahm (alfred lives here) said...

Love this post!

We got married in May and each brought a dog into the relationship (no kids). Are constantly talking about adding a third so is more ours than his or mine.

No consensus on third yet, as who wants to scoop that much crap? Plus no dog that breed ends in "oodle". Other than that is fair game.

Eric said...

Thanks! The poop is a big part of it. As much as I've adopted Elizabeth's Lydia, I still gag picking up her turds, whereas I can handle my own dog's. Well not handle them as in, like, juggle them but I think you get me. You do get me, right?