MANS BEST FRIEND

LET'S GET A DOG!!!!!!!

When my grandson Tom first said those words, a lot of indifferent thoughts immediately surfaced.
Who's gonna look after this pouch?
Who's gonna remove the land mines from the lawn everyday?
Who's gonna feed and bath our new addition?
And the bills, we know who's gonna look after them.
But the look in Tom's eyes tugged at my heart strings and as they say, the rest is history.

Now Mario,( thats what he answered to now) has grown to quite a size. And those land mines, let me tell ya, a pooper scooper is out of the question. And Tom,(you remember him) well once the novelty wore off, he kinda reneged on his promise to clean up after the mutt.
Thanks goodness our yard is large enough Mario doesn't need walks, cause I draw the line when it comes to putting a plastic bag over my hand, picking up landmines and carrying them back to our house for disposal.
AAAAHHHHH!!!!!, ain't never gonna happen.
He gets lots of exercise chasing Tom and my other grandchildren around the backyard. And when the ooppertunity presents itself, the neighbours cat provides a bit more excercise.

Mario's food now comes in a bag so large I'm afraid of a hernia and dog hair adorns every jacket I own.
I've replaced four pairs of slippers and the leg of one kitchen chair.
The neighbours cat only has about three lives left, our electricity meter has gone from monthly readings to estimates, (seems Mario has taken a dislike to the man who reads the meter) and our yard is completely void of birds and squirrels.

But even with all these misdemeaners filed against him, he somehow has managed to entwine himself in and around our lives so tightly that we accept him for what he is, Mario.