H-Mom is at the gallery tonight, but Man-Dad is going to the watch the Bears game. Alone. He can't even take Madison. She could be a great football fan. She might even play good football. She could certainly tackle.
Well this is unrelated, but kind of related because Man-Dad used to have black labradors, that he really loved. He lost them because of a divorce. Anyway. H-Mom found this article about puppies being given as Christmas presents and the upcoming movie Marley and Me and all the BAD BAD things that the combination will do for labrador puppies.
When H-Mom was in kindergarten, she got a Beagle puppy for Christmas. See H-Mom has always loved dogs, but she hasn't always been a "DOG PERSON." Because there is a reasonable age for being a dog person ... kind of like there is a reasonable age for driving and drinking and voting and all those things.
And H-Mom is kind of embarrassed, well ... VERY embarrassed ... to describe the life that her little beagle, "Arthur," had, locked in the utility room in the basement for hours on end with layers of peed and pooed newspaper, because no one ever took the serious amount of time needed to housetrain a puppy. And then chained outside by a dog house day and night and day and night. It was a different time and a different sensibility about what having a "family pet" really should mean.
So RIP Arthur, from many many moons ago.
We are making up for it by being really really good "dog people" now.