Puppy Planning
28 September 2009
My parents were nice enough to preserve all my childhood books. When we moved back to town, they happily handed over the boxes, and I put them on the shelf dreaming of the day McKenna would be old enough to enjoy them. A couple days ago, McKenna wanted to read The Mysterious Tadpole, which was always one of my favorites. I opened the book and out fluttered a piece of paper, leftover from the days when all I dreamed of was having a dog of my own (and occasionally marrying Joey from New Kids on the Block):
Dog planning:
Gold color – Penny
Black and White – Tuxedo
Red or Brown – Cinnamon
Notes:
I want a smaller dog.
I want a friendly dog.
One that doesn’t bite.
One that obeys.
One that stays with you.
The Catch:
Talking to Mom and Dad
I’d guess I was about 9 when I wrote this. We already had one dog, an Old English Sheepdog. I think that’s where the “smaller dog” thing came from, because Trevor weighed 60 pounds, and I’m sure I didn’t weigh much more. I was petitioning for a dog around my size who I could play with more easily. That didn’t work out, but what occurred to me is that I ended up getting what I wanted. His name isn’t Tuxedo, but KC is black and white, he’s only 35 pounds, he’s a nice dog, and—especially for the first couple years of his life—the expression about following someone like a puppy makes complete sense to me. I think 9-year-old me would be pleased.
Even without Joey.
I had lists like that for horses—though let it be noted I do not have and likely will never have, a horse.
And you were a Joey girl? My best friend growing up was Joey girl. I was Jordan all the way. =)
Posted by Roseanna White on 28 September 2009