"Sam?""Yeah?""Its your turn to wipe him.""Ugh...again?""Wipe?" I ask.Wipe the puppy's posterior, my little sister tells me."WHY?" I ask."Because, otherwise, it can stay on his fur!""But, he's a dog." I remind her.
A puppy, a pooping puppy just weeks old, just a pound heavy, and just getting over a cold. The puppy sneezes. "God bless you!" I hear. The puppy sneezes again and again and again. And I hear, "GOD bless you! Bless you! BLESS you!" I listen with my eyeballs rolling into judgment. But then I remember that she is different from me. She will always be different from me. She is like her pet store puppy and I am like a mutt retrieved from the pound. We both have lots of love to give.She just costs more.
Sunday, March 1, 2009
Pet Store Pup
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ReplyDeletehaha. that's hilarious. and true. :)
ReplyDeleteUm excuse me Rachel the vet told me to wipe his ass...he can get worms easily!!! I'd rather wipe his tush than deal with him getting worms!
ReplyDeletehahahahaha - I'm laughing out loud! Pet store puppy verses the pound mutt - what a great analogy!
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