Zack: Mom, I'm getting a dog in April.
Me: Really? What kind?
Zack: A black chihauhau.
Me: Those are kind of hard to find, most of them are shades of brown and white.
Zack: Well, that is what I want.
Me: Do you have a name picked out?
Zack: Joseph, after my friend.
Me: (smile), we'll see.
Where does he come up with this? And our poor dog is tortured every night. Zachary makes Pete sleep with him ever since I put Pete out in the kitchen after I found several vomit patches one morning. Who has time to clean that up in the morning when you are running off to school. Zachary came out one night and said, "Mom, Pete is whining. Can he sleep with me?" As if I didn't know Pete was whining, but was trying to ignore him. Rather than ignore him, why not let him sleep with Zachary. Seemed like a good alternative and if he had to vomit, it would be contained to one room that already badly needs the carpet to be replaced. Hmm, a reason for wooden floors.
On Christmas Eve on the way home from church he told he wanted to get a dog for Xmas next year, so this isn't the first time we've heard about this idea. I can't imagine that will happen though. John is not much of an animal person and he is just waiting for Pete to pass. He won't be very compassionate when Pete starts falling apart. I'm not looking forward to that. :-( Maybe if I play my cards right, I can get another dog with a little pressure from Zachary. :-)