John, funny coincidence....my kid snuck another friggin dog home last night too...I didnt know till 6 this morning. Me and my 2 youngest had "camp out in the back yard" night last night...at 6 this morning I hear LOUD SNIFFING just ouside the tent wall...I unzip the window and am staring face o face with this beautiful white Husky pup....I freaked. I forbade ANYONE to bring home ANYMORE animals EVER again....and heres another dog!!! Kid syas the wife brought it home from work last night...Im yelling for the wife to wake up...she comes down and her first words are "where the hell did that dog come from!!??" So I know the kids lying, I turn to her and before I could even get a good screaming up, she cowers down in the corner crying saying "I knew you wouldnt let me keep it if you knew 'I' brought it home...blah, blah, blah". Looking completely pathetic, but I couldnt let her know it got to me.....So Im walking around slamming stuff and calling her a liar, and yelling at the dog(which I felt bad about, the dog is friggin gorgeous and really friendly), ya know, just really working this for everything its worth. She said it was roaming around the
Walmart parking lot...a maybe 4 month old white Husky pup...just wandering around...yeah, right. Im asking her why she wont just tell me the truth, but she has stuck to the story...so, I dunno...maybe its true. Either way...she still hid him in her room, and tried to lay the blame on the ol'lady....Im pretty ticked about this, so I have to stress my point.
"The dog has to go, take it to the pound, someone will rescue him he's beautiful...he'll probably be gone before you leave the parking lot."
She's balling now....im mean literally sobbing!!! "Please, dad, PLEEEEEEAAAASSSEEE!!!!"
There's my open......I know this is completely wrong, but this is the same child who wrecked TWO of my vehicles last month because she was mad that I wouldnt let her run to her boyfriends house immediately after I fixed her car because i wanted her to bring back the truck that my BIL lent her while her car was out of commission. I twist the face up as evil looking as I can and say"If you want this dog...its gonna cost you!"
"Anything, dad, anything...how much????" (hehehe...Im a terrible father sometimes) I tell her "Its gonna cost you a rear seat and windshield."
She tells me"I didnt even mess up the seat and windshield, I crushed the bumpers!!!"....I said "Not for the cars you wrecked....for my golf cart!!!!"
Im now shopping for the seat and sport windshield...AND I have a brand new beautiful Husky....and none of its costing me a dime!!!! Am I going to hell?