Mocha, our chocolate lab puppy, has 35 toys. I just counted them. She also has two brushes, a car safety harness, two leashes, a crate, a dog pillow, four different varieties of treats, two different kinds of shampoo, and three food/water dishes. We have a problem.
You see, these days Mom has been buying dog toys on the internet like it's going out of style. Just about every day, the FedEx truck pulls up with another box from some online pet store which Mom has ordered. The first several times, Brian and I thought, "Unnecessary, sure, but harmless." The several times after that, Brian asked Mom to please stop buying things for Mocha because she doesn't need any more. The several times after that, Mom started lying to Brian about the fact that the toy Mocha was prancing around with was new (apparently either forgetting that I was home when the packages arrived or thinking I wouldn't tell Brian the truth). We have a problem. On top of Mom's decreasing financial savvy and recent tendency to forgo truth-telling, Brian thinks Mocha is going to develop canine ADD because every time she walks into a room, there are at least ten toys there. Ha.
And now she's home (Mom and Brian were away visiting Grandpa). She walked in the computer room and asked what I was doing. Having opened another tab when I heard her coming, I replied that I was checking my email. She took one look at the computer screen with my email log-in page and said, "No you're not; you're writing things about me." Then she walked into the hallway, stuck her rear end out in my direction, and let loose a big one (thanks, Aricept). This woman is not my mother.
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