We have a dog

My wife decided over the weekend that we needed a dog, so after much "discussion", I gave in and we picked up the little mongrel. I knew we were in trouble when I heard the owner had given the little darling a hotdog just before we got in the car. Talk about an exciting ride home! The little devil had it coming out of both ends most of the way home. Monica (my wife) used, believe it or not, baby wipes to clean up. Gag me.

Line of the day (from my 5-year-old, Zachary):"Mom! It's pooing! It's stepping in its poo! *Gasp* And there's a worm in it!"

I just about lost "my" cookies when I heard that. Needless to say, the little beast will be visiting the vet today. I'm still working on Monica to give it away, but we'll see...