Last weekend, I thought I lost my son. It all started with a dog. My son, Andy, had been begging for one for months.
Every day, same request: “Dad, can we please, please get a dog?” He was relentless, and I was getting close to caving in. But he also had to convince Kelly, my wife. Finally, after a lot of talking, my wife agreed.
She looked me dead in the eye and said, “Fine, but only if it’s small and presentable. We’re not getting some big, sloppy mutt.”
I tried not to laugh. That was just her way.
She grew up in a house where everything had its place, where pets were clean, polite little additions to a picture-perfect life. A poodle or a Yorkie? Sure.
But a scrappy, muddy dog? Definitely not. Our son, though?
He wanted a friend. The shelter was noisy, full of barking and howling. My son’s eyes lit up as we walked down the rows of kennels.
He bounced from one to the next, barely even looking at the little fluffy dogs we were supposed to be considering. Then, he stopped in his tracks. In front of us was a kennel with the scruffiest dog I’d ever seen.
She was a mess of tangled fur, with big brown eyes and a tail that looked like it had been broken and never quite healed straight. She didn’t bark, just stared back at us, her head tilted like she was curious. I squatted down next to Andy.
“She’s not exactly what your mom wanted, buddy.”
“She needs us,” he insisted, looking up at me with that stubborn glint he got from his mother. “Just look at her. She’s… sad.
We could make her happy.”
“All right,” I said, ruffling his hair. “Let’s bring her home.”
The second we walked in, my wife’s face dropped. “She’s, uh… a little scruffier than I pictured,” she added, eyes moving from the dog to me.
I could tell she was holding back a lot more than that. “Come on, Daisy’s great,” I said, giving her a grin. “Besides, they’re already best friends.”
She forced a small smile but didn’t look convinced.
“Well, I hope she doesn’t ruin the carpets.”
I brushed off her worry, hoping she’d warm up. Andy had practically glued himself to Daisy since we’d walked in, and it didn’t take long before he was fully invested in showing her every corner of the house. That evening, as we were getting ready for bed, Daisy wouldn’t settle down.
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