I will mention this separately from my tiger-rant.
Fee-Fie-Foe-Fum and I are insane, mad, and mentally unstable, in addition to all of the other laudable traits we possess. We are NOT "mens sans in corpore sano" here, people.
WE KEPT THE PUPPY.
My, um, wonderful, in-laws decided, after ignoring my incessant pleas for reason and insisting that they wanted a baby italian greyhound, as opposed to my suggestion of a young dog of another, less needy breed, that having a puppy who cries at night and is not yet fully potty-trained was too much for them! NEWSFLASH: Having three dogs is too much for me!
So, because Penelope, is the absolute best-behaved puppy in the world, she already follows me around the house believing that I am her infallible alpha dog (read:mommy), and sniffing her new puppy-scent is as addictive as, say, snorting heroin (can you snort heroin?), we decided not to give her away. We are now officially outnumbered by animals 2:1 in this household.
Well, right back 'atcha, mother-in-law-lady! Now, I can turn a deaf ear to your blustery pleas
for a grandchild. You have grandchildren...four of them! By the time I am actually ready to push something with 25% of your DNA and a head the size of a cantelope melon out of this fuzzy taco, I will be sure that they never stay at your house, because their crying, un-toilet-trained ways will be much too much for you!They are cute, though, really...my triple-pack...it does kind of give me itchy ovaries.
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Ridiculous. I can't believe you have three dogs. Now we're going to have to find a third person when we want them to accompany us on mani/pedi trips.
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