Arnold

So many directions to go today and so much that I have to say but I don't want to be erratic so may have to add lots of mini posts instead.

During the weekend, my urges to be a dog owner went into overdrive and I built up the courage to ask the boy if I could obtain a pooch. I expected an argument or at the very least a "No," but got a fairly positive response, so I set about searching the web for my perfect canine.

When I eventually found what I wanted, I couldn't contact the people to see if the dog was available, so went into sulk mode. Saturday, I had the clear vision that I would be spending the evening cradling my new sleeping pup in my arms and was devastatingly disappointed when Sunday, after still no joy of finding a dog (after spending 7 hours searching) the Boy decided that we maybe shouldn't get one.

Monday I woke up feeling more positive. I mean, the Boy hadn't definitely put his foot down, so I started to search again. I found an alternative pooch and told him all of the information I had acquired whilst talking to the owner. He didn't really respond and left for work.

At this point I conceded. There was no way I would engage in potential rowing over my new dog owning desire and even though sad, decided that maybe I could settle for a goldfish. But something made me try one last time to contact the original perfect puppy ad...they answered.

It took me at least 90 minutes to get ready and leave the house, followed by a trip to the bank and a 25 minute journey to the ad address. I had text the Boy in work and told him that the dog was available and he didn't respond.

It was all fate, He had plenty of time to call, text back, intervene! However I managed to go and see the puppy, pay the owner and have the fluffball in my car and back to our town without being "cockblocked."

Arnie is a wolf sable Pomeranian. He is tiny, fluffy, very camp and very cute. I just hope he behaves and that the Boy falls in love with him mucho.