Wednesday, March 28, 2007
Jenny, Jenny Who Can I Turn To?
Either I’ve become incredibly soft-hearted in my old age, or senility has started setting in and I’ve parted ways with all my good sense, but either way…we have a new family member. Her name, after three days of debate is Jenny. (I wanted Buffy)
First of all, I have never been a “dog person”. I love cats, and while I don’t hate dogs, I am somewhat ambivalent to their charms.
Cats don’t pee on the carpet.
Cats don’t keep you up all night barking.
Cats don’t require daily attention when I go out of town.
Cats (mostly) clean themselves.
The kids are ecstatic of course. Whether they are still excited after a couple of months of house breaking remains to be seen.
I must confess to a bit of selfish motive. I having been fighting the burning desire to call her up and reconcile. She hates dogs, and this is sort of insurance against my own weakness, a line in the sand, if you will.
Anyway, welcome to the family Jenny.