Yesterday I got a special visit at work from the newest addition to my parents’ family:
Kirby is a living testament that if you make a promise to a 5-year-old that they will get something when they are 8… you should fully expect them to hold you to it.
Mom told Bethany she could get a dog when Leah left for college. She told her this a WHILE ago, while that seemed impossibly far away, even to us jaded adults. But, to Bethany, these words meant “I’m getting a dog!” which she has cheerfully been telling anyone whose interested over the past three years.
So, the Jennings household has been preparing. As Bethany started homeschooling last semester, all of her subjects contained units about dogs. Dog history, books about dogs, dog science, even dog stickers on her math homework. The family joined a 4-H group that will include a dog training class.
It’s this last point that resulted in Kirby showing up a full seven months before Leah shows any signs of scholastically-caused departure. The obedience course for the 4-H group starts in March, so any dog has to be well-installed before that happens.
So, after a whirlwind of dog-finding activity, they have a puppy!
Kirby is 2 months and 1 day old as of this posting, and he is a poodle/bichon mix. (Bethany calls him a Pooshon. I don’t know why this isn’t already a formal breed name.) He is all white except for his slightly colored head and thoroughly apricot ears. I got to hold him for so long that he decided to take a nap in my arms.
Couldn’t you just DIE from the cutenesses?!?!
The moral of the story: If this was all some kind of secret plan by my parents to get me to come over more often, I’m pretty sure it’s going to work.