Empty Nest... Get a Dog!

I've joked about it in the past because until I moved out (I'm the baby in the family) I've never seen Dad allow an animal to sit on his lap. Actually, I've never seen Dad like any sort of animal. Ever.

Don't you dare tell him I've said this, but Dad actually talks in a "macho" baby-talk-voice to the dog sometimes. I feel like I'm in "The Twilight Zone".

I've joked about how their dog has more toys than I ever did growing up.

"Misty, that's not true!" Mom will bark.

Maybe it's an exaggeration, but I was never allowed to leave my toys scattered all over the living room floor!

You think I'm joking about all this, and up till now, I was. Get this--Mom bought a hat for her dog, Gracie. And no, I do not have any photos of it because dogs wearing hats is stupid. (say stupid the way Julia from "Designing Women" says stupid: stew-pid)

So maybe it's not true that Gracie has more toys than I had. BUT, she's definitely got a wardrobe to be envied.

I gotta get those two out more. Or at least visit more often.