Tuesday morning I woke up and went downstairs. Will had been out late, and a light had been left on all night. As I reached the bottom of the steps I realized I was not alone…a small dog was looking at me. I recognized it as the dog Joel had found, and was trying to give away.
The dog was scared at first, and I had to make an effort for it to warm up to me. After that we were buddies. But when I returned home from work, it was like the dog had never seen me. This morning her reaction wasn’t quite as bad.
Ceil and our kids would love to have a dog. Will wants to attend college. Anna wants her drivers license and a sweet 16 party.
Matthew wants to go to camp. Ceil wants to move. They all want cell phones. All three cars need repairs, emissions, and new tags. I’m the guy on the riding lawnmower who knows there isn’t enough money.