Lucky Lucky Me…
Heh heh heh….we were visiting the in-laws yesterday for Thanksgiving. They have a big outside dog, inflicted upon them a few years ago by their other son, and now a little shih-tzu (sp?) that he inflicted upon them, oh, last summer? Something like that. Annoyingly named “Snuggles” (blech). The spouse and the kids had just about gotten me resigned to the fact that we would bring Snuggles home with us this time. I am not enthusiastic about owning any pet other than a fish, just so you know. [Everyone else (husband and daughter, that is; son is too smart to want to spend his time picking up dog poop) SWEARS they will take care of it, I won't have to lift a finger, but I scoff at them - I know the truth.]
So anyway, the spouse starts picking up dog toys, and asking about food, and shots, and looking for the leash, and all that, and my MIL starts ::crying:: Turns out she can’t part with the little furball after all!! Ha ha ha ha!!!! So I have a reprieve that will last until spouse and daughter can find a nice beagle at a local shelter I suppose. Sigh.