So as you are all aware Dear Readers, there are three boys in this household--ages 10, 8 and almost 6. And really, shouldn't three boys of this age have a dog (or two)? Of course they should. But here is the problem--or more accurately, the two problems.
OK, they aren't problems, they are our cats who we love (of course). That would be Allsop on the left and Dexter on the right. These guys have been with us a loooong time. Allsop is going on 17 and Dex on 19--but both seem to be hanging in there just fine (well, Alls is going blind, but since she sleeps all day it isn't that big of a handicap). We have had them for going on 17 years now since we picked them up at the Humane Society in Salt Lake City and we can't imagine subjecting them to a dog--seems like we would be determining their fate right there.
Now when it comes time for a dog, we will of course be taking a trip to our local Humane Society or equivalent. First, cuz we just really aren't pure bread type of folks. And second, because it is the right thing to do. If you don't believe me, the let OK Go convince you.
Hat tip to Linzo (aka Imp0526)