Our four-year old grand daughter came for a weekend visit. One of her usual 'must do' agenda items includes a trip to the pet store to see the fish, rabbits, ferrets, guinea pigs, mice, snakes, hermit crabs, and of course, puppies. After dinner at her favorite Mexican restaurant and a quick trip to Target, we headed home, but she quickly reminded us about our promised visit to the pet store.
Needless to say, we feel in love - not with a hermit crab. Ironically, our grand daughter wanted a gold fish. My husband and I both knew we had found the only dog that could possibly fill the void left in our hearts by the loss of our seventeen-year old golden retriever, Elliott. After more than a year without a dog, we had decided life was easier without a pet to worry with.
We left the store without a puppy or gold fish. However, within a few hours - only forty-five minutes before the store closed, my husband had returned to purchase our puppy.
He makes us smile.
Remy - our eight-week old 'cream' golden retriever. He's going to be a BIG boy when he's grown.