A New Dog

....in the neighborhood. Oh please, if any of you thought I had lost my mind and added one more living thing to this house that needed my attention, you're crazy. She belongs to our neighbors across the street, and her name is Summer.

But, really, isn't she cute? Andrew just loves her. Probably because they're the same size. He sticks his hand out for her to lick (of course, she obliges every time - it's probably like a lollipop for her with all of the sticky stuff he gets into) Every day at 10:30, I head across the street to let her out for a few minutes to go potty. Now, when she hears me coming to let her out of her crate, she rolls over for a tummy scratch. We've become buddies.

Now, don't think I'm becoming a softie and am ready to buy a dog for our boys. No, sir! Nothing else that needs food and poops. Okay, maybe a fish someday, but everyone knows how plants go in my house. It'd just be an unnecessary death. Besides, the rest of the boys are terrified of Summer, and Luke can hardly bring himself to walk across her yard he's so afraid of stepping in doggy doo. That a boy!