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Monday, June 28, 2010

Geniusness

Geniusness: Don’t look it up. It’s a word, but it's one that I made it up. Here’s why:

Husband and I met in a bar.

Not like that. We were introduced by a mutual friend.

And, the bar was really a restaurant, a popular restaurant that just happens to be called a saloon.

We were both there to see off a good friend who was heading back north for a seasonal job (no, not Santa).

Shortly after our first encounter, we started dating. I decided this was okay for several reasons:

1-He was a nice guy.
2-He was Catholic.
3-He had a great smile (still does!).
4-He said he was getting a dog soon.

For the purposes of this post, we’ll focus on Number 4.

Number 4 – He said he was getting a dog.

Flash forward almost 5 years ... No dog.

No dog.

What the?!?!

As I might have mentioned a time (or nine), Husband is quite the neat freak. He likes order, organization, and cleanliness. It seems pet hair just doesn’t fit into this equation. Make no mistake, though, he’s been clever when it comes to making up excuses over the years.

-Not just yet … I just bought this house. I don’t want to house train a dog on new carpet.

-Not yet … we’re selling this house, and buyers don’t want a house that’s had a pet.

-Not yet … we’re having a baby and it wouldn’t be good to adopt a stray just to probably ignore it in the near future (okay, I actually agreed with this one).

These were all good excuses, but excuses nonetheless.

But. BUT…. I. Have. A. Plan.

I have a plan, I tell you.

It occurred to me on Friday as Baby and I were driving home from day care. On the way home, we passed a person selling puppies on the side of the street. They were CUTE. Labs, I think. Very cute.

And, here’s where my geniusness comes in.

Geniusness. It’s a word. Don’t look it up. Just trust me.

Geniusness: I call Husband. I explain ‘how it’s gonna work’ … It’s like this: Husband, you should really select a puppy now. You see, if you select a puppy now, you have complete control over what kind of dog we get. Big or small. Long or short hair. It’s your choice.

If you don’t, it’ll be Baby’s choice. You see, I’m going to start teaching her to say ‘puppy’ just as soon as possible. And, when she looks at you with her own big, blue puppy dog eyes and points at the biggest, longest haired dog in the pack … you’re not going to be able to say no. You might think you will. But, I guarantee you won’t. So, Husband, the choice is yours. What do you say
?

Geniusness, I tell you. Geniusness. (Hey, If Dr. Seuss can make up words, why can’t I?)

4 comments:

  1. That is very, very clever. And oh so appropriate. A lovely plan to get your puppy. One way or another.

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  2. Absolute geniusness! Now help me come up w/ a plan. We have 2 Chihuahua's but I know of another that needs a home....really needs a home and I want it. He's cute, and little, and adorable, and did I mention cute?

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