While I do consider myself to be a friend of the furry creatures, I don’t see us having one in the home for a long time, if ever. I am always grateful for the opportunities my friends provide me to feed their cats; it’s a great reminder for me that I do not want a pet.
But on Thursday with the comings and goings of playgroup, a fly joined our household. Since he’s such an active part of our family now, and no one can ignore him, and since Little Red has been asking for a pet for so long, we decided to make it official.
So the fly is our pet for as long as he is with us. (Paul thinks he’ll be dead by the end of the night, but certainly not while the boys can see.)
And we let Little Red name him. His name is Dog.