So, my dog wondered off in the middle of the afternoon, and hasn't come back. It is believed that he may be dead, but there is hope that we will find him.
The funny part is that my kids are…. Well I guess there my kids. Half of them said, oh that's too bad, can we get another. And the ones that cried apparently are over him and ready to get another.
So Shea, my youngest just had a conversation with me on the phone. I have been worried, can I say paranoid that the kids would blame me for this. But apparently they are OK with it. So Shea gets on the phone, and at 5 says, "Dad, were do the dog stores get the dogs that they sell".
Never one to miss an opportunity to educate my kids, I say. "Well Shea, there are people that drive along the street looking for youg dogs, and then they kidnap them and sell them on the black market as slaves".
Shea says "What???"
So, over his head, so I change gears.
"well Shea, when a mommy dog and a daddy dog have baby dogs, then the baby dog needs a home. And that is where they get dogs from"
Shea says "So is scoutty a daddy dog"
I continue to say, "Well Scout is not a daddy dog, because some times dogs…… Scouty is a grandpa dog, and sometimes grandpa dogs need a home to"
Figured, 5 is to early to talk about castration, animal breeding, and I just said, can I talk to your mom…
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