I do not know how so many people have kids and no dogs. It's been almost 2 weeks and I've never vacuumed my floors so much. And if you know me, I'm a floor Nazi. It's a bit of an obsession. I thought, "Now I won't have to mop as often, because there won't be paw prints from Mela going in and out. Also no drool spots (less common)." Instead there are crumbs. Crumbs that stick to your feet at every opportunity. That makes me more crazy than paw prints and dog hair ever did. I never would have thought that my floors would be cleaner with a dog.
Also, Dylan spilled/smashed a cracker on the carpet in the basement and I told him he needed to pick it up. He looked around and asked, "Where's our dog? Where's Mela?"
I reminded him, "Mela died. Remember? She went to live with Heavenly Father and Jesus."
"Well, when are Heavenly Father and Jesus going to bring her back to our house?"
Me trying not to laugh, "They're not bringing her back she died and is living with them forever."
"Let's go to the dog store and get a new dog. A black dog."
I love that kid. Even yesterday he asked if dad had brought home a black dog yet. I think there's going to be a new dog sooner instead of later.
That I could watch a everyday and not get tired of seeing it. But I'm sitting there through the movie, before he rides down the mountain, thinking; that can't be the MAN from Snowy River. Where is he? Does this kid grow up sometime?
I even watched Return to Snowy River just to confirm that this kid doesn't grow up. He's a pretty amazing rider, but he's a 17 y/o farm boy. I'm voting to rename this movie: The Boy from Snowy River.
