I always show Martin and Karin the photos of my online friend’s cats and dogs, and of course they can’t get enough of Cute Overload. So, when I saw that the pretty pretty Bluepoppy, who has been in a marvelous frenzy of daily posting lately, quite unlike her usual practice of making us sadly refresh and refresh and refresh wait a few days between nuggets of bloggy goodness, and MUCH APPRECIATED by her adoring public, had posted this scrumptious photo of her darling Daisy pup this evening, I immediately, of course, called Karin and Martin over to the computer to check out the ‘dorable doggies.
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww, they both said.
I scrolled down to the 2nd and 3rd photos in the post, all puppity loveness, and aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwwwww! they said again.
Then I quite stupidly made the mistake of saying, “I’m going to get to meet those dogs! When I’m in Boston!”
Immediately, Karin’s face clouded over and then her lip went out and huge white circles appeared under her eyes as her face went pink and tears threatened. She pushed me slightly. “Fusk!* she said, “Mama, NOT FAIR. I want to meet those dogs. Why don’t WE get to go to Boston, too?!” All my sudden flailing and backtracking and apologizing and explaining was completely rebuffed. I am totally in the doghouse with my daughter.
I promised both of them lots of dog pictures from my visit, special just for them, but that wasn’t good enough. How am I going to make it up to my dog-starved girl?
Gallons of Red Wine Birthday Wishes to the Great Miss Doxie!
*cheat!