Well, my previous entry was about my dog. This one is also about her. My mother was lecturing me on how she was running a family at my age and how irresponsible I have been. Not one to miss the bus, my granddad started lecturing me on when and whom to get married to. And my life, or lack thereof, wasn’t interesting already? God! Buttons made her cursory appearance at the discussion and walked off.
All of a sudden, my grandpa started talking about how old she would be in dog and human years. We spoke of her imaginary school, friends, classes…we even went on to discuss the exact content of the “matrimonial” that we would have wanted to publish in the newspaper! Man, does this get any better? Are all dog owners this wonky…or is it just my family??