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This past weekend my family has been in Las Vegas on vacation, and today they got home after spending the night in Wichita. I was asked to come over to Nannie's to help them unload all the luggage, and at one point was sent into Nannie's closet to look for a robe for her.
It's dark, I don't know where anything is, so I'm rummaging around when all of a sudden I hear Mom squeal "OH NO!" behind me. Thinking something happened to Nannie, I turn around just in time to see a small, dark brown shape being swept back into the bathroom by my mother.
Mom had a puppy.
She'd been talking about getting one of those 'designer dogs', a king cavalier charles and poodle mix. I wasn't thrilled at first but had settled into the idea, though in the past I'd said I'd rather have a mini schnauzer like we've always had before. Like all puppies, this one wasn't much more than a small ball of fur, so I assumed it was the 'cavapoo' that Mom had talked about. I followed her into the bathroom, wanting to pick up the new puppy and say hello.
Mom handed her over and said, "It's a schnauzer."
I started bawling into mom's shoulder, the little girl tucked between us and wriggling mightily.
I think we're going to name her Rowan, and she gets along with our cat Martin very well so far.
It's dark, I don't know where anything is, so I'm rummaging around when all of a sudden I hear Mom squeal "OH NO!" behind me. Thinking something happened to Nannie, I turn around just in time to see a small, dark brown shape being swept back into the bathroom by my mother.
Mom had a puppy.
She'd been talking about getting one of those 'designer dogs', a king cavalier charles and poodle mix. I wasn't thrilled at first but had settled into the idea, though in the past I'd said I'd rather have a mini schnauzer like we've always had before. Like all puppies, this one wasn't much more than a small ball of fur, so I assumed it was the 'cavapoo' that Mom had talked about. I followed her into the bathroom, wanting to pick up the new puppy and say hello.
Mom handed her over and said, "It's a schnauzer."
I started bawling into mom's shoulder, the little girl tucked between us and wriggling mightily.
I think we're going to name her Rowan, and she gets along with our cat Martin very well so far.