Chase wants a puppy. Badly.
I do not. Badly.
Last night, when Mark came home from work, she informed him that when she turns 7, she and I will be having a talk about getting a puppy. [News to me!]
I have over a year to think about this conversation.
But as long as the CAT is ruling the roost, I don't see this happening. He hates when we puppy sit. I can't imagine if one of the ENEMY moved in!
And let's be honest. We all know who is in charge at a house where a cat lives.
I know it isn't me...
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