The girls want a dog.
I'm not ready for the committment of actually owning another dog, but I do like them...if they are small and cute.
I spend time at work while waiting for the next crisis call looking at petfinder.org; giggling with a co-worker about how cute some of the dogs are.
The option of fostering a dog entered my mind during these browsing sessions.
Dave said, "no."
But that was after I already applied and was accepted and kind of sort of might have committed to taking in a 5 yr old pomeranian just rescued from a puppy-mill who is in need of fostering when she is discharged from the veterinary hospital this upcoming Friday.
The girls have already named her "Maggie."
Dave has asked me to quit acting like I'm a telethon host and to give him space to think about it.
I am giving him space, it's the twins who are asking now.
I really hope his decision positively aligns with the timing of the dog's arrival to our home on Friday.
This could get ugly. Please stand-by.
The situation is reminiscent of the time when I was 13 or so years-old and I signed my family up to host a foreign exchange student. Mom was not happy about that....
I just can't help myself.