A few days back, I was on the phone with my man when the conversation turned into dogs.
“I am so going to get a staffi.” I announced.
Silence.
“Uhm, no. No.” He replied.
“What?”
“No. You’re not getting one.”
Gasp. For a very indulgent man, this is something different. This is the first time that he has refused me. Ever. Apparently he didn’t feel this time my particular staffi wanting should not be indulged in.
I didn’t even ask if I can have a staffi or not, I hardly ever ask for anything material. This was just me thinking aloud and already before I ask, he refuses??
“What? Why can’t I have a staffi?”
“You have my bullmastiff and bull arab…why do you need a staffi?” (He conveniently does not mention P’s staffi, hahaha!)
“Because you don’t allow Ruski and Clyde in.”
“I won’t allow a staffi in too.”
“No! I want staffi to be an indoor dog.”
“Uhm. No.”
“Oh come on! Please?”
“No. A dog is supposed to be outside. That’s where they belong.”
“…I’ll have the staffi inside.”
“Not on my watch!”
Grin. “So you think! Seth has been in the ro…” stops myself in time.
“What? What?”
“Uh, nothing. I want a staffi!”
“Have Seth been in my room? On my bed? My bed??? You spoil that punk too much. Before you, he wouldn’t even dare come into my room. He’d just look at me from the doorway. He knows he’s not supposed to come in…”
Oops. Change topic quickly!!
“What about a cat instead? Cat, good?”
“…..you know how I feel about them cats.”
“But I need something warm and cuddly!”
“That’s where I come in.”
“I need something warm and cuddly that is smaller than me.” *roll eyes*
“I’ll get you a teddy bear.”
“…but teddy bear can’t move.”
“They do if you shake them around!”
Can’t beat this man’s logic.
Hia !
I have had a little creative bankruptcy wrt the comic [‘m out of college…
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so here’s something to occupy you by while I join my new job, settle in, and draw pictures of things I found @ the road in photoshop, then add a funny comment to them.
http://nimishbatra.wordpress.com/webcomics-i-read/
Enjoy !