Must Love Dogs

Recently had this crazy idea pop into my head about getting a dog.  I saw a sweet dog named "Ray" a Labrador mix and rescue.  He shakes hands and is good with cats.  Cats!!  Oh my!!  It could be a perfect match.  He's short, I'm short.  He's well behaved and...yeah.  

I fleetingly mention to my girlfriend today about this sweet doggie.  We couldn't.  Could we?  Hubby and I have the felines at home  and already feel guilt if we even go away to the store for some bread...or a weekend camping.  My girlfriend and I live pretty close to each other.  She's in the tsunami zone near the beach and I, just beyond that.  We don't see each other as much as we'd like, but that's okay.


She had this idea of making it happen.  Getting the dog.  Her idea was to share.  

So here is our text convo.  We will call my friend Stella as that is one of her aliases. 

Stella: We could co-parent

Me: Do I get him on weekends, just when I feel like it, or for morning walks?  You can take him the rest of the time or her.

Stella:  Yes.

Stella: Her.

Stella:  I'll wash

Me: May I choose the hairstyle of our co-parenting doggy daughter?  I'll let you choose the middle name.

Stella:  Yes! you can pick the name!

Me:  Will she be raised Montessori or...?

Stella:  She will mind!

Me:  Well, for sure she's will.  

Me: Who would get her on birthdays?  What about Christmas?

Me: What if we both travel together?  Who's going to watch her then?

Stella:  Beverly

Me:  Long as she doesn't talk too loud to her.

Stella: Or cut her hair.

Me:  Exactly

Me:  No cheap food.  And I'm not cooking for her like my brother does for his Merle Cockers.

Stella:  You can buy food at the base!

Me:  Oh,  so I have to do all of the shopping.  I see how this is working.

Me:  Our baby would be "a good spoil."

Stella:  Yep!
  

(pix of grilled food here)

Me:  Yumm!

Stella:  For our doggie

Me:  Oh..Lol!!

Me: I prefer a short hair, what about you?  No fu fu or anything like that...a rescue, right?

Stella:  We will know when she smiles at us.

Me:  No ankle biter though, right?  Are we the type of people that let strangers pet her?

At this point...I share with my husband, who looked at me like I was nuts.

Me:  What about if one of us moves to New Mexico or Hawaii?  Then what?

Stella:  Are you moving?!  

Me:  Nooooooo!!

Stella: Then we'd give it to Kat and Greg.

Me:  But will they raise her Montessori...or...?

Me:  Is she good with animals?  How was her childhood?

Stella:  Yes!  She loves dogs!