It really is dangerous for me to walk into a pet store. I have a very soft heart when it comes to animals, and I have a very hard time saying no. It's even worse when it's one of my favorite breeds like a Boston, a Lab or a Boxer. So, it was VERY hard to walk away from this little girl early this evening.
Those eyes. Those ears. Those legs that go every which way. She was so soft and wrinkly. It was really too much for one man to bear. The only thing preventing me from bringing her home tonight was The Menagerie that would be waiting for me when we arrived home tapping their paws with disgusted looks on their faces implying that we had lost our ever loving minds. That and the vet bill that I had to pay yesterday for the Yakmaster 5000 who is off his feed again and had to go in for a work up to find out if it's serious or just garden variety finicky feline syndrome.
I did get The Queen to agree that, when we are ready, a little Boxer lady will be our next addition to The Kingdom's zoo.