Buying Time

The girls want a pug. Badly. I do not want a pug. I do not want a dog. We have a dog. And she's about all I can handle. And she's getting older. And when she goes to that great dog park in the sky, I would like about a year of not tripping over, having to feed, arrange boarding for, tracking down in rainstorms, cleaning up mountains of hair, scooping poop, midnight barkings and all other sorts of various fun associated with our four-legged pals. And then I'll address getting a pug.

This speech has not worked on the girls. They want a pug. Now. And I know it's inevitable, one day I will be the not so proud owner of a pug. I know this to be so true that I've already decided on the sex, color and name of my future annoyance lapdog.

So Emma had a gift certificate to her favorite toy store and decided that she really wanted a "breathing puppy". I think this "breathing puppy" is right up there with those baby dolls that pee. What genius thought of these toys? Usually I try to talk my children into more sensible purchases but I got to thinking that this one might actually work in my favor. Emma is now the proud owner of Daisy:

And no one has asked for a pug in over a week. Which is good because this is about as close as we're getting to one for a while. And I don't have to worry about any of the aforementioned things. Well except maybe tripping over it. Thankfully this little pup has bought me some time.

I can however GUARANTEE that this:

is the closest we'll ever be to owning a Rhino!!