Okay, who put the idea of puppies in Katie's head? Come on and fess up. Yesterday out of the blue, Katie told me that she would like a tiny poodle puppy. What? I asked her, "who told you that?" I was surprised to hear her request a puppy, but a "POODLE" puppy. Right now, I'm blaming my mom because she has a poodle dog.
- I can't handle any more animals at this point. Sure, we have Montana which will be 12 years old in February. Here lately, I've been calling Katie my little monkey because she is climbing the walls at times. Of course, she doesn't like me calling her my little monkey. She'll correct me and let me know that her name is Katie and not monkey.
- Doug would have a complete come apart, if a house dog took over this house.
- The whole puppy training would probably send me over the edge at this point.
Ever since Katie got to play with Leslie's puppy, Charlie, Katie's been on fire for small dogs. That is as long as the dog doesn't come running at her and barking. We were walking down our street and our new neighbors didn't have their little teacup sized Poodle dog penned up. The little dog kept barking and running at Katie, scaring her to death. I kept assuring her that the dog wouldn't hurt us because I could probably step on this dog and that would be the end of it.
I might have to get her a stuffed poodle puppy for Christmas and let that be her puppy. If she takes care of it like she does her bedroom, it won't last. Poor dog!
In closing, I would like to personally thank the person that put this idea in her head. THANKS A LOT! (Tehe!)