Those Eyes

Baby lust has turned to puppy lust for someone I know. I think it's the combination of having a nice fenced in yard, a wife who is home all the time, and all the little baby things lying around.

Who am I kidding? Skip's wanted a dog since we moved here. And I'm holding him back, specifically my reluctance to let the dog live indoors. Now that I have a mini-me on the way, Skip is vying for a hunting buddy. One that licks and wags its tail.

I figured I'd have another year before he started hinting and persuading me that we needed a lab. And then he sent me these.

Dog Wars

A couple of days ago I argued with the love of my life over dog breeds. Specifically what kind of dog would be perfect as a pet. I said husky; gorgeous, fierce, independent, the perfect dog for me. It would run with me and growl ferociously at the freaks approaching me on my walks. It would also serve as a replacement for Teddy the loveable husky we had briefly before he was hit by a car on Christmas Eve.

Apparently others view black labs as perfection. And apparently besides being man’s best friend, ultimate retriever, loving, intelligent and safe to have in the house they also make pancakes, mow the lawn, scrub the toilets, mop the floors, take out the trash and speak Spanish.

No comparison.

But while some of us argued and dreamt about our future dogs others of us went out a bought one. My brother Travis sent me this picture text later that night.


“Look Bre! It’s a puppy!! Oh man he’s the coolest little dog you’ve ever seen! We just got him today ha ha! He’ll be a hunter.”