That is a phrase that is very hard NOT to say. Every fiber in my body wants to scream it out loud. But I won't. I may have to write "I won't say I told you so" 1000 times each night, but some how I will not say it.
I stayed away from the Parents abode for most of the week. Yes, it was mainly to establish the fact that I will not be helping out with the puppy. But we went over there this weekend and Lord love a duck but that puppy is going to make my mother's life miserable after the SIL leaves.
Being the person that is the one that always helps, I had to bite my lip numerous times when I found myself on the verge of offering to take the puppy out, or hand the puppy to my mother, or help clean up a piddle spot. But I stood strong. Yes I did. And I even snickered when Mom stepped in an accident. Granted the accident was tiny - the puppy is tiny. But it's going to get bigger, mark my words. *evil grin
But you know, it's proven to me one thing. I've babied my mother in the past two years and I'm going to start not telling her "to go sit down, I'll do so and so", if she's good enough to get a puppy she's good enough to do other things. So this puppy might not be a good thing for Mom but it just might be a good thing for me.
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You've made the right choice, Tummy, which I suppose doesn't mean that she won't call you for help once she & puppy are really on their own.
I really, really, really want to get another collie - but every time I almost do it I remember how much time training the little darlings take. If I get another dog it will be a pre-trained yearling!
I tried to get Rob to rescue a Weim - but he wanted a puppy. Not that we don't love Gunner - but I think if I could turn back time I would INSIST on rescueing a dog that was a year old at least.
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