We have been home for a few days now and yet every time I open my laptop, I find another dog hair. Such is the price you pay when you stay with people whose dogs rule the house. My girls have always petitioned for a dog of their own, and now that my nephew is with a girl who breeds them, they are pressuring me more than ever.
My son was allowed a puppy when he was nine, and that puppy cost us a small fortune when it chewed (and swallowed) the knotted sheet we’d been advised to let her teeth on. The string wrapped around her intestines and she needed emergency surgery. Surgery that the first vet said would cost $5000.00, and he refused to accept anything but cash up front. We didn’t have it and had to find another vet willing to let us make payments. Because of this, my deal with the girls is that we cannot get a dog until I have a few thousand dollars in the bank to cover whatever medical expenses are liable to come up.
Tori, in particular, is motivated. She has already contributed $20.00 of her Christmas money towards getting one of the puppies her cousin has told her will be born this summer. She has set a jar out for all of our change, and she and her best friend are planning lemonade and bake sales. She has also told me I need flyers advertising my books. I’m not sure if she’s handing these out, putting them on cars, or what, but she is determined that she is going to get one of these dogs. I admire her determination and vision, and I have promised her I will do everything in my power to make this happen.
If you wish to contribute, for goodness sake, buy a book!