I am not a dog person. Mark insisted on getting Emma a dog for her second birthday. He went to Wayside Waifs and put in an application on a puppy. I had refused to go knowing that I would want to bring home a whole army of pets. Mark's only stipulation was to get a smallish dog. My mistake. We got approved for the dog. It was a Labrador Retriever and Brittany Spaniel mix. We went to pick her up....and she was already big. That was almost five years ago and Isabelle still resides in our home. All 50ish pounds of her chocolate Lab/Brittany Spaniel glory.
This dog is not normal. She never has been. Izzy lays on HER couch and she prefers to lay her precious head on the pillow. And the dog snores. And she runs in her sleep. She provides Mark and I with a lot of entertainment in the evenings as we sit on the other couch watching t.v. and periodically making fun of the dog.
Isabelle is easy like Sunday morning.
Oh yeah, she is easy like Sunday morning...
This dog is not normal. She never has been. Izzy lays on HER couch and she prefers to lay her precious head on the pillow. And the dog snores. And she runs in her sleep. She provides Mark and I with a lot of entertainment in the evenings as we sit on the other couch watching t.v. and periodically making fun of the dog.
Isabelle is easy like Sunday morning.
Oh yeah, she is easy like Sunday morning...
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I may look into taking allergy meds so we can get another dog someday, though. I loved our Golden Retriever - Lily.