No need to wipe your eyes and read that again...you read it right the first time.
My new uncle is a dog!
My Gram has wanted a dog for what seems like for-ev-er. Grand-Dude was determined to obstruct every step of her plan to get one (I would like to believe it is because he has a stronger affection for cats--namely me, but I'm sure it has more to do with the dog turds strewn across the back yard).
"I can walk him," she said.
"You won't walk him," he said.
"I'll do 'Poop Alert' (our family's name for picking up turds before mowing the lawn)," said she.
"Riiiiiiight..." said he.
This battle has gone on for about two years. Finally, Grand-Dude conceded, claiming that he still didn't want the dog, but he loved Gram so much that, if a dog would make her happy, he would support it.
YOU CAVED THAT EASILY AFTER ONLY 2 YEARS, GRAND-DUDE?
And, to add insult to injury, I've heard through the grapevine that Grand-Dude adores the new dog, calling him "Good Boy" and other sickening terms of endearment. Apparently, the dog follows him around and craves his attention more than Gram's (much to the delight of Grand-Dude).
So now I have a canine uncle.
Tucker Cooper (they named him, but changed his name a week after he came to live with them because they couldn't remember "Tucker." Old people!!). He was found as a stray and rescued from the local pound, just hours before they were going to euthanize him. He was rescued by Noah Project and, after diligently searching for his original family, was placed for adoption.
So, I agree he is cute. And, I've heard he is gentle and kind. But, seriously...a DOG? I can't help but feel forsaken. Will Gram and Grand-Dude love him more than me? Will they not have time to cat-sit anymore? And, if they do cat-sit, will
Tucker Cooper come with them?
Oh. My. Gawd. Will WE have to dog-sit for
As a Drama Queen, I think I am obligated to faint now.