It's taken me three years to convince Jennifer that we desperately need another dog. Dogs are like bathrooms. You think you really only need one, but if you have another one, you find that you are glad that you have it.
In fact, scientists in Helsinki have proven that two dogs are actually less trouble than one: not only do they keep each other company, they also help put the kids to bed, and they even help clean the house.
But why am I trying to convince you? Jennifer already agreed, under the following conditions:
1. The dog must be a Cocker Spaniel/Cavalier King Charles Spaniel mix.
2. It must be a boy.
3. It must be black and tan.
4. It must be housebroken or old enough to be on its way to being housebroken.
5. It must be really cute, and sit on her lap when she is cold, and not bark very much.
6. Todd, Samuel, and Ethan must take care of it.
So I found a 10-week-old, black-and-tan, male Cockalier on the Internet. He's in Michigan. I sent an email to see if he's still available. They responded yes. I responded that we wanted it, and we'd pay for the airfare and the shipping crate.
And then...then...radio silence. Tumbleweeds.
They've either decided they don't want to go through the hassle of shipping him, or they think we're trying to pull some sort of Internet scam on them, or they just think people from New York are weirdos.
Whatever the reason, as of this moment, everyone from the state of Michigan is officially a loser. I hope their property values drop even further, and I'm happy GM is going bankrupt, and "Pistons" is a really stupid name for a sports team. So ha-ha.
And back to the drawing board on the new puppy.
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