I just got off the phone with my mom. We were talking about my house for a bit.
Mom: Did your dad say anything to you about a dog?
Me: No. I mentioned it the other day, but he didn't really say anything about it.
Mom: Well, when we were talking about it, he said he'd be okay with a dog.
Me: Really? Awesome.
So, ladies and germs, it just got exceptionally more likely that I'll get a dog this summer. Winning over my dad to the idea was the biggest step, and now that he's no longer stringently opposed... One obstacle remains: The fence in my backyard is anything but dog-proof and will need repair or replacement (probably that second one) before it's ready for a critter. So, now that my dad's open to the idea of me getting a creature, I've just got to get him around to the idea of a new fence. Hrm...
Still, a fence is easy in comparison. Especially if I offer to help with the cost/labor.
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
The Magic Words
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When our family lived in Memphis, we had two dogs. One was a hyper, yappie tiny Yorkie, and the other was a HUGE quiet protective Lab/Springer Spaniel mix. The first acted as a noise barrier, cause at the least little bump he yapped incessently, and if someone was still intent to get in the house, the other would draw blood. The system worked for me.
That's brilliant. A two-pronged system :)
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