Dogs or Drugs?

Dear Mom and Dad,
You might want to demand a college tuition reimbursement from my old University.

Apparently, I haven’t learned a thing.

While I vaguely remember hearing something once before…I seem to have forgotten.

Meet Little Dog.
He’s Little Man’s new puppy and best friend.
I should know that dogs are a lot of work.
I should know they have to be potty trained.
I should know they might tinkle on the floor until they learn that “outside” is the proper place for that sort of thing.
I should remember they have to be kept flea free.
And that they need baths.
And food.
And water
And walking
And love
And get sick and need to go to the vet.

But I put Little Man to bed last night for the first time in 5 years without having to perform one single bedtime ritual! He’s so focused on the dog that I didn’t have to check under the bed, or in the closet, or behind the door, or behind the t.v. I didn’t have to tuck him in 4 times, insure he had a glass of water, turn the fan on, check the nightlight, fix the bed drapery just so, give him three hugs, four kisses, and then come back and start over to make sure it was all done right the first time.

He just snuggled with his puppy, and hugged me goodnight. One kiss, and an “I love you Mom, thank you for getting me a puppy. Good night Little Dog, I love you”...and that was it.

Well ??
What was I supposed to do. The dog was cheaper than the prescription!!!