Bones and Mortgages.

Disclaimer: This IS NOT my dog.

But let's pretend it's my dog.

You remember a few posts back when Shelby actually talked to me and explained the dog year/people year ratio?

This conversation happened late last night as I was dozing on the couch.

Shelby: Hey!!!!!!!!!

Me: ZZZMMMHhhmmm?

Shelby: I've got a BONE!!!! Let's play!!!!!!!

Me:mmmmmmmmm?

Shelby: BONE!!PLAY!!!!!!TUGOFWAR!!!!!!

I drift slowly from dreamworld to realworld.

Shelby: BONETUGOFWAR!!!

Me: Shel....b...I'm tired...

Shelby:PLAY!!!!!!!!

Shelby: I've got a BONE!!!

Me: I've got a MORTGAGE!!!!

Shelby: Ive got a BONE!!

Me: I've got a bad back.

Shelby: I've got a BONE!!!

Me: I've got high blood pressure.

Shelby: BOOOOOOOOONNNEEE!!!

Me: BADHEEEEAAAAAAART!!!!!!!!

She drops the bone and looks at me with those doggone puppy dog eyes.

Such expectation and joy over such a simple thing.

Life shouldn't be as difficult as we make it sometimes.

Joy should come in having exactly what we need, not what we want.

Shelby: Tugofwar?????

Me: TUGGGGOFFFFWAAARRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!