...distract him with some dog talk, see, and then, when he isn't looking, slip in an extra cat. He'll be so relieved about not getting a dog, he'll practically thank you!
My friend Cindy (married to Mr. Allergic) rescued a tiny kitten today in downtown Cleveland. It was scrambling, in and out of traffic, trying to find shelter against the noise of construction happening on the street. The poor little thing is skin and bone, a cut on it's leg, covered in dirt and dust. I seriously think it was a day or two from death's door. He/she? can't be eight weeks old.
Riley and Seth are thrilled. They each fed it with a bottle tonight. They mutually decided to name it Pip. As in "squeak." Not that we're keeping it.
Right HT?
; )
A lot happens when Todd works evenings.
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You keep it. I'm reading a book RIGHT NOW about how a dog became a companion for a boy with autism...tell HT THAT.
It's THERAPEUTIC!
Besides, look at how hard the poor thing's journey was to get to you! It's kismet!
We need a picture of Pip, with the big eyes (and music) like Puss N Boots in Shrek now, to melt HT's heart...
It's meant to be...
If the kids fed it with a bottle, HT doesn't stand a chance! By the way, I have used your approach- starting really big and backing down to a kitten works like a charm!
Well if HT needs any convincing that he's got it easy just let him know that we just got a dog, a three year old lab,as a theraputic companion for Adam, and now Z and I need therapy. Actually it's not that bad, but the kitten definately has better breath.
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