He went down to Indy last week and came home with a dog. I don't think it's a good decision at all...he works, spends evenings running around with his friends and has all kinds of other commitments, is in the process of figuring out a career...being responsible for a dog is the last thing he needs right now.
I want to be mad. But the problem is that she's absolutely adorable, and a cuddle-bug to boot. And of course I can't have her sitting around in the kennel all day alone at his house, so if he doesn't have somebody else to watch her she's over here. I wasn't looking to potty train or puppy-train another dog right now, but how can you be upset about this?
That’s how my Dad got the love of his life-my sister’s college dog. He always made sure to tell us his life would have been easier if us girls had been as good as Gator