Well, after my little cathartic rant of yesterday I would like to move on to lighter things and share the heartwarming story of Sparkle the Worm and the Bubbadog Acquisition.
It goes kind of like this...
Big Mama: "I don't like animals in the house. I didn't grow up with animals, I don't have experience with animals, they loose hair off their bodies and smell bad and urinate in inconvenient places."
Uncle Artemus: "I like animals. I grew up with them, hair doesn't bother me, they can be bathed and released into the yard for urination purposes."
Millie while playing in the sandbox: "Look Daddy, I have a pet."
UA: "Really sweetie? What?"
Millie: "It's a worm, see?" (holding it out in the palm of her hand) "He's all sparkly, I'm naming him Sparkle. He's my pet." She hugs the worm close.
UA: "Uh, I have to talk to mommy."
UA to BM: "We have got to get that kid some kind of pet. She's just adopted a worm she found in the sandbox and named him Sparkle. That is just too pathetic to even contemplate. The kid's never going to have a brother or sister, she needs a cat or a dog."
BM: "How about a fish? A lot of people love fish."
UA: "Fish are mind numbingly boring pets unless you have chemical assistance and listen to Pink Floyd while you watch them. She's four years old, she needs a mammal of some kind."
BM: "You didn't take care of the last dog we had, blah, blah, blah..." Old argument.
UA: "We never let her into the house or gave her a chance to be part of the family, blah, blah, blah..." Old counter argument.
Flash forward about six months; Sparkle the Worm has long since passed on to the big sandbox in the sky. Big Mama gets an e-mail from an acquaintance with a picture of a cute blonde cockapoo named Bubba in need of adoption. BM shows the picture to UA.
BM: "What do you think?"
UA: "He's cute, I like his looks. What are his specs?"
BM: "He's older, he's house trained, he's fixed, he's a rescue, he's under twenty pounds, he's half poodle."
UA: "Cool. He should be mellow, he won't urinate inconveniently, he won't reproduce, he'll appreciate a place to live, he won't eat much and he won't leave hair in the dinner plates."
"Sounds like the only dog on the planet that could ever live successfully in this house, we should meet him. You're really okay with this?"
BM: "Yes, believe it or not, I really think I am. Millie needs a pet and Sparkle is dead."
So we met him. And Bubba became the newest member of our family and loves and is much beloved by a little girl. Sparkle, however, will be sorely missed.