Audrey is obsessed with the pet store lately. Hmmm...wonder how that happened. I'm looking at you Lauren. I took my eye off the ball for a second, and the next thing I knew we had a goldfish, a fancy tank, and all of the accessories necessary to keep it alive. None of which I have used, but somehow it persists in living.
We all know that goldfish are just gateway pets. Next thing you know you've got a hermit crab, a hamster, then a guinea pig or rabbit, and so on all the way up to the big dog...a dog. Or a cat. Audrey would take either, and in fact told her teachers last week that we were coming home from the pet store with one of each. I don't know where she got that idea.
I'm not a big animal lover. They kinda gross me out. That whole "their mouths are cleaner than humans" is easily debunked with a trip to the pet store. I personally witnessed almost all of the animals with their mouths somewhere that mine's never been. But even my cold, dead heart felt just a little bit bad for these doggies kept in captivity. Just not bad enough to take one of them home.
|Because I know you just thought|
to yourself "You know what I'd like? I'd
really like to see more butt-sniffing
|Dog fight! Please no wagering.|
|Why I oughta.....|
|Every email that I ever get from Aunt Carol (hi Aunt Carol!)|
|I'm pretty sure she wasn't|
supposed to be doing that.