Aren't the three of us enough for him? I am stressed out enough just watching the antics of my sisters running around. A puppy just might give me a heart attack. Dixie already has an inferiority complex from time to time trying to deal with Jenna (except for the moments when she wants to bully Jenna into submission). Imagine how left out she would feel if a puppy moved in. I think Jenna would deal with a new family member best. She would probably love to have a new playmate to jump on. Of course, a puppy would also mean more competition at meal time so maybe not.
I bet my parents didn't even think about the cost of food for FOUR dawgs! Or vet bills for FOUR dawgs! Or another crate for the young whippersnapper! Or the new total of SIXTEEN paws when it's rainy or snowy! And this puppy had huge paws, so it's going to be big! Probably bigger than me! Do you think they thought about all of this???
Thankfully, Mommy told Daddy there was no way she was going to have FOUR dawgs in the house at one time. Before and during the auction, Mommy had a chance to cuddle and smooch on it (no wonder she smelled so bad when she got home), but she resisted. Daddy said he didn't see the problem with adding a fourth dawg; he told Mommy they practically train themselves. Mommy said SHE trained them while he slept. That's true. I remember many nights when Mommy got up to let me and Dixie out to potty in the middle of the night when we were mere puppies. Daddy just kept right on snoozing (or at least pretended to). This male puppy was four months old, so maybe he came already trained. One could only hope.
Before Dixie and Jenna arrived on the scene, Daddy really wanted a yellow lab. With the stardom of crazy dawg Marley from Marley and Me, yellow labs were practically impossible to find at the time. I think there were only one or two yellow labs in Dixie and Jenna's litter and they were already spoken for by the time Mommy found Margaret, their breeder. When Jenna became available a couple years later, we were really hoping she was a yellow lab. Then there would be one lab from each color group in our family. I guess it just wasn't meant to be. Until Saturday night . . .
Thankfully, sanity prevailed and Daddy realized Mommy might kill him if he placed a bid on that cutie pie. Cute or not, that puppy went home with someone else. Whew! That was a close call. I hear the winner won the puppy for quite a steal. Good for him! Better for us!
(not the actual puppy)
Thankful not to be a big brother again,
PS: Happy 43rd Anniversary to Grandma and Poppa! That's a whole lotta dawg years of togetherness!