CocoIf you haven't noticed Hannah lives in panties at our house :)
Hannah and her Daddy are always bugging me to get a family dog. Don't get me wrong I think a medium sized dog would be nice except for the hair and the poop duty and the training and all the other not so fun things that come with being a pet owner. Hannah will about once every other week say, "mom I really need a dog!" So far I have been able to appease all of the requests with stuffed doggies. Hannah has quite a few of them but there are two that she loves more than any other toy or doll. Coco (a multi colored dachshund) and Spots ( a white dog with pink spots) She carries them with her all over and they even have to sleep with her. I thought that this seemed like a much better idea than all the work that comes with a real dog.
Little did I know that these little stuffed friends would be so much work.
The other night Hannah fell asleep watching cartoons so it seem like no biggie when Seth and I could only find Spots. I was woken at around 4:30 am to little sobs from Hannah's room along with her little sweet voice pleading, "Coco where are you, I need you! Coco I really need you!" It was so tender. I went to her room to comfort her. Seth and I had really looked all over the house so I assumed that Coco had been left in the car. It was super cold outside and snowing so I really didn't want to go out to the car. I told Hannah that Coco must have spent the night in the car. I thought or rather hoped that this would satisfy her. Not so! Her pleading continued and so so out into the cold night air I went. To my dismay the dog was not in the car. So Hannah and I spent he next 30 minutes searching the house for the dog. I said a little prayer for help because by this time I was getting a little grumpy and ready to be back in bed. We finally found him stuffed behind a couch in the basement with a barricade of other toys around him. Shocker, did I really expect it to be easy :) So my question is this, is a stuffed dog easier than one that is alive? At least if he were alive he would have heard the sweet pleadings of a little two year old and come running for his snuggles.
I am still holding my ground about no dog, but many more nights like that may sway my decision.