As I sit here this morning with my leg propped up, drinking my coffee and waiting for the ibuprofen to kick in, I'm trying to remember why we bought a dog!
I know we didn't buy her so that she could yank me off my feet in a mad dash to chase a cat, causing me to twist me knee and bruise my ego.
I know we didn't buy her so she could dig holes all over the yard, uncovering the septic tank and a nest full of red ants in the process.
I know we didn't buy her so she could chew up Amanda's favorite boots, Michael's new sandals and attempt to chew various other shoes that we rescued before they were mortally wounded.
I know we didn't buy her so we could scoop endless piles of poop.
I know we didn't buy her so we could walk her four times a day in 100 degree temperatures.
She's lucky we really love her. And, honestly, we're lucky she really loves us.
