Last weekend, I thought I lost my son.
A man hugging his 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.”