My wife Kat loves dogs. (That sounds funny…Kat loves dogs. Huh.) She grew up with dogs. She has always had dogs. There was a dog in her life the day she was born. There will be a dog by her side the day she dies.
Husbands? We’ll call it a day to day evaluation.
Now I am famously NOT a dog person. See below.
We have two American Cocker Spaniels from a well respected breeder in Oklahoma. (Fellow Texans – insert obligatory Oklahoma joke here.) Now I really know nothing about dogs other than they eat and poop a lot. But I have to say that these particular beasts are more impressive than the other mutts we have had around these parts. They are stronger, faster, smarter and more energetic than any of the others that came before them. They are really quite impressive….and I had adjusted to the “dog life”.
And then Kat said we needed a third dog…
Unfortunately for Kat I had to draw a hard line. You see we don’t have room for a third dog. A third dog would make traveling more difficult. The first two dogs are a lot of work and this would only add to the load. It broke Kat’s heart but when the king speaks the kingdom must bow to his will.
…and so, of course, we picked up our third dog in Oklahoma this week.
America, meet Zoe Grace. Zoe Grace, meet America.
She is trouble with a capital Z.