Our twins are turning 10 this month. They have been begging for a dog for years. I grew up with dogs, horses, rabbits, cows, sheep and even a cat for a while, so I know how much love animals can bring you but I also know how much work they can be. Realizing this, we've decided as parents, that the girls show determination for learning how to take care of a puppy and their apparent appeal for a new member of the family has convinced us they are ready for the responsibility.
That said, we began our search a few weeks ago and came across a darling little puppy named Twix. Just the kind of puppy we need for our situation with asthma and allergies. This morning the breeder emailed me and said Twix had died. They rushed him to the vet where he was pronounced dead, no heartbeat. The mama dog probably accidently stepped on him. He was only a couple weeks old and although we had never met him in person we already loved him through his photos.
As the tears rolled down my face reading the email I knew we had entered the real reason why I never wanted to get a dog. Now I had to tell the girls the little bundle of love had died and would not be coming to live with us. Ugh...we only have our toes in this water just an inch and WHAM sucked into the reality of life with a dog and we don't even have one yet.
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