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Lucy

Are you a "dog" person?  I'm really not.  We had a couple of dogs growing up, they were around, sort of just took up space.  No one walked them or cuddled with them or even talked to them as far as I can remember.  

My 10 year-old daughter has been begging for a dog ever since she could talk.  She has a love and an affinity for any dog she sees.  Pasted on her bedroom wall, right next to her bed - inches from her pillow - were computer printouts of random Pugs that she found on the Internet.  Her dad is allergic to dogs.  

She was relentless in her requests: last spring, as her proficiency in computer program-use expanded, so did her requests for a dog.  She created a powerpoint presentation indicating various reasons and explanations as to why our family would benefit from having a dog.  She even included a section on how to deal with pet allergies!

My husband caved.  We found a breeder of "schnoodles" who are supposed to be as hypoallergenic of a mixed breed as one can get.  And guess what, he's not allergic to our puppy.

While I still don't consider myself a true "dog" person, as I write, Lucy is fast asleep on my lap and just about the sweetest puppy you'll ever meet.  

Comments

Unknown said…
wait one minute - I remember Dad singing with the dog!! I'm glad your daughter got her wish. And I hope I continue to have the strength not to cave! enjoy lucy! (and we will, too)
September 28, 2010 at 5:43 AM
Anonymous said…
Power point presentation, very impressive.
September 28, 2010 at 7:28 AM
Anonymous said…
Like a yog.
September 28, 2010 at 8:18 AM
JANELL said…
Lucy is so cute! I hope as the days go on your love for her grows!
September 28, 2010 at 9:04 AM
Anonymous said…
Lucy has grown on Dad and I. Although he always liked dogs. I was never one who cared much for dogs but as long as they are not mine, I am enjoying Lucy as I enjoy Joy and also enjoyed Sadie.

I have added them on to my babysitting. Who would have thought.!!!!!
September 28, 2010 at 11:35 AM
joy said…
i loved and cuddled pebbles, when her ears didn't smell. cocoa was a brat. and sadie was awesome, but joy is a truest joy of all.
September 28, 2010 at 6:55 PM
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