My boys pepper me endlessly with requests to have a pet.
And John is the biggest instigator.
They want a dog. Or a cat. But mainly a dog.
I keep saying, "we can get a dog when the youngest is potty-trained..." Because there is only so much poop one mama can handle on any given day.
I really do like dogs, but they are just so needy. And I would feel sorry for it, and end up doing all the work. I just know it.
I've never been much of a cat person, but at this point in life, I really would not mind having one. Because they are pretty independent. And aloof.
Except if they are a white cat named Buddah and live up the street.
Buddah is not aloof. Whenever we go on a walk, Buddah comes out to greet us and tries to jump on us. He just loves us and likes to follow us. And Ollie is totally enamored with Buddah--he immediately stops whatever he is doing when Buddah comes strolling up to us. He loves to pet him and it's so sweet. Oh boy, I would LOVE to get Ollie a kitty.
But I cannot. Too many people in my life are just too allergic.
So no pets for us right now.
The other day, Finn came home from school with a little book on pets.
Each page showed a different pet. Here is the bird on page 3.
And notice on page, 4, they got to write about their very own pet. I'm assuming the teacher told them to draw a picture of their current pet...and if they did not have one, to draw the pet they want??
On page 5, Finn had to include a little picture of his killer whale, with all the other normal pets.
And I think Finn was really serious about the whole thing.
Well, I think a killer whale would fit very nicely in our backyard. And I'm pretty sure no one is allergic.