Ella Fitzgerald...or why am I such a pushover?



So, here's how it went two years ago.

"Mom, can we get another dog?" (Our Old English Mastiff had passed away.)

"No. I don't want any more dogs."

"Mom, can we get another dog?"

"No."

"Mom, can we get another dog?"

"No."

"Mom, can we get another dog?"

"No."

"Mom, can we just go look?"

"Fine. But we're just looking."

That's how we got Ethel Merman Fuhrmann.

Now, two years later:

"Mom, Ethel's lonely. Can we get another dog?"
"No."
"Mom, look at the dog on the adopt-a-pet show on tv. Can we get it?"

"No."

"Look at the ads in the paper. Can we get another dog?"

"No."
"Maybe I'll just call and get some information."
"You can call, but we're not getting it."

"It's a labradoodle. Four months old. I got directions."

"That was a waste of time. We're not getting another dog."

And this is how we came to get Ella Fitzgerald Fuhrmann last night.

Sheesh.

I'm such a pushover.

Holly