Thursday, January 11, 2007

Living with the lie

A cold spell is heading our way with some freezing rain, sleet, high winds and extended periods of below freezing temps.

I expressed concern to my 7-year old about our new canine companion freezing her heiny off on our daily/nightly exercise/pee/poop walks, to which the following conversation ensued...C-"She'll be find Daddy, in fact, she'll probably enjoy the snow and will feel right at home."

Me-"Maybe we should get her some booties to walk in the snow and ice with?"

C-"She'll just think she's back in the North Pole and will probably be wondering where all the reindeer are at."

You may recall that jolly old Saint Nick brought the poochy to our family, so naturally, my daughters assume that she'll probably dig the fur coat piercing winter weather.

I, on the other hand, will be layered up.

The things we do to perpetuate our daughter's childhood fantasy.

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