~Christa~
I pull my dad to one side when we get home after shopping for little Daisy. Mom is in seventh heaven and faffing over her little girl.
Christa “You know that she is going to drive you mad.”
Dad
“Who, the dog or your mom?”
Christa “Both!”
He grins at me.
Dad “I know, my girl, but your mom was so sad and worried after hearing about your assignment, I had to do something to take her mind off her empty nest syndrome. I checked out the local newspapers and found a woman advertising the puppies. Look at it this way, now she will get off your back about going. Hmm?”
He pats me on the back, and I watch mom and, of course, my two almost brothers play with what is basically a ball of wool that barks on the floor. Surely, you can’t really call that a dog… Can you? At least she makes
