Day 3,222

The Coronavirus Jaw Drop

They woke up like this. 

But it didn’t last long!!

Grandma and Papa are here!!!

And so is...their nine week old puppy!

And apparently, out of lack of communication on my end, seeing the puppy was a surprise to Adam. Not expecting the dog to be here, he was shocked to hear that the pup flew so easily with my parents all the way from Washington. It immediately prompted his absolutely out-of-nowhere declaration that we could get a small puppy then too. 

Shutup. 

Adam?

Uhm. 

Adam Conley? 

You there?

A dog?

The Conleys can get a small dog?

“Yes, but it’s gotta be like, a real dog only small sized.” 

You mean...a...

Mini Australian Shepherd?!!

That’s the one!

A shepherding dog with all the characteristics of the very playful, very high energy, very “big dog-like attributes” Australian Shepherd...only bred super tiny. 

“Yep. He’s the one! We’re going to bring him home to the family tonight, Amelia! It’s going to be the best surprise! Your siblings will be just as over-the-top excited as you are!” exclaimed Daddy! “I love this dog!”

“Ok, that’ll be $7,300,” said the store manager. 

You can’t see Adam’s jaw, but it’s on the floor. Thanks Coronavirus. 

Amelia went home bawling to her siblings about how Petland wouldn’t let us bring our dog home. 

And that, my friends, is an example of two things: 1) expensive experience 2) poor shepherding of our child’s heart. 

Lesson learned: ASK FOR THE PRICE FIRST before you promise your kid you’re bringing home the puppy. 

FOR PETE SAKE. WHO BUYS A SEVEN THOUSAND DOLLAR DOG AT A PET STORE?!!!!!! Who buys a seven thousand dollar dog...ever?! What is this?! My car in college wasn’t even barely half that price! 

I don’t have the right words to express the thievery of emotion we felt, but the best I can come up with is...that’s messed up and SO unreasonable, Petland. Do better. Stop crushing kids hearts with your SEVEN THOUSAND dollar dogs. Oh, the injustice!

And Adam...that’s what you get for changing your mind so quickly after nearly 9 years of our very firm “no dogs until baseball is over” rule. Hahaha oh my gosh. What a nightmare!!!