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He Sang I Love You
• INDEPENDENCE DAY AND AN OREO
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• “So what you’re going to name him, Ivy ?”, Ian asked his sister as we headed back across the street towards the house. Ivy barely heard him she was so excited. I knew she could hardly wait to get through the gate and up to the front door and inside to tell her dad and I had allowed her to get a puppy.
• “I don’t think she heard you Ian.” I told him as we look both ways before we crossed our street. There was no traffic as usual on our street so we crossed to the gate where Hooligan was waiting for us, wagging his tail and smiling his big goofy smile. Ivy had already made it into the house.
• “I’m really surprised mom. I thought she’d picked the other one.”, Ian told me.
• “Hell, you got me! I figured she’d pick the big yellow one too. I wonder why she picked the runt?”, I asked mostly to myself but out loud.
• “You can never tell with her mom.”, Ian said kind of chuckling. We pet Hooligan for a few minutes, letting him smell all the little puppy smells on us. He sniffed and licked our hands as if to say, “Big deal, another dog.”
• We walked up the driveway and in the front door where Ivy was excitedly and hurriedly telling her father all that had gone on. The look on Ron’s face was pretty clear he wasn’t happy.
• “So, Ivy,” Ian began asking his little sister again. Lue-lu immediately hopped back into his the moment he sat back down on the couch where he’d left his video game paused. He absently scratched behind her ears while she sniffed at the different and strange scents left behind from Mama Dog and her puppies.
• “What are you gonna call him?” he finished his question finally. Ivy's brow scrunched in concentration as she thought. A few moments later she said to her brother, “I have no idea, but I’m sure I’ll think of something!” she said matter of factly, smiling at us. “I’m gonna go to my room right now and message Anna! Maybe she can help me think of a good name!” she stood up, and ran through the kitchen and out the back door, her words following and fading after her. She’d be on Facebook messenger, I was pretty sure, for at least an hour, talking with one or more of her friends about the new addition to our house.
• I sat down at the table and just waited. I knew what was coming. I didn’t have to wait long.
• “You know we can’t afford another dog, Mary.” Ron said quietly. He looked at me with a flat expression, scolding me without words.
• “Yeah, I know! We can’t afford anything, but we still seem to manage. I’m working now and we’ll take care of it! The dogs have never gone without food and they won’t now.” I was getting irritated.
• “ If you’d help out by at least looking for another job and maybe finding some work, we wouldn’t have to have these discussions, would we!?”, I said trying not to sound like a complete bitch. It was a conversation that has in the past month or so, became an argument. After eight years at his old job, Ron felt like a bit of a break wasn’t too much to ask for. At first I agreed, but when we’d had to start visiting the local food bank, and threatening letters from utility companies...
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• “So what you’re going to name him, Ivy ?”, Ian asked his sister as we headed back across the street towards the house. Ivy barely heard him she was so excited. I knew she could hardly wait to get through the gate and up to the front door and inside to tell her dad and I had allowed her to get a puppy.
• “I don’t think she heard you Ian.” I told him as we look both ways before we crossed our street. There was no traffic as usual on our street so we crossed to the gate where Hooligan was waiting for us, wagging his tail and smiling his big goofy smile. Ivy had already made it into the house.
• “I’m really surprised mom. I thought she’d picked the other one.”, Ian told me.
• “Hell, you got me! I figured she’d pick the big yellow one too. I wonder why she picked the runt?”, I asked mostly to myself but out loud.
• “You can never tell with her mom.”, Ian said kind of chuckling. We pet Hooligan for a few minutes, letting him smell all the little puppy smells on us. He sniffed and licked our hands as if to say, “Big deal, another dog.”
• We walked up the driveway and in the front door where Ivy was excitedly and hurriedly telling her father all that had gone on. The look on Ron’s face was pretty clear he wasn’t happy.
• “So, Ivy,” Ian began asking his little sister again. Lue-lu immediately hopped back into his the moment he sat back down on the couch where he’d left his video game paused. He absently scratched behind her ears while she sniffed at the different and strange scents left behind from Mama Dog and her puppies.
• “What are you gonna call him?” he finished his question finally. Ivy's brow scrunched in concentration as she thought. A few moments later she said to her brother, “I have no idea, but I’m sure I’ll think of something!” she said matter of factly, smiling at us. “I’m gonna go to my room right now and message Anna! Maybe she can help me think of a good name!” she stood up, and ran through the kitchen and out the back door, her words following and fading after her. She’d be on Facebook messenger, I was pretty sure, for at least an hour, talking with one or more of her friends about the new addition to our house.
• I sat down at the table and just waited. I knew what was coming. I didn’t have to wait long.
• “You know we can’t afford another dog, Mary.” Ron said quietly. He looked at me with a flat expression, scolding me without words.
• “Yeah, I know! We can’t afford anything, but we still seem to manage. I’m working now and we’ll take care of it! The dogs have never gone without food and they won’t now.” I was getting irritated.
• “ If you’d help out by at least looking for another job and maybe finding some work, we wouldn’t have to have these discussions, would we!?”, I said trying not to sound like a complete bitch. It was a conversation that has in the past month or so, became an argument. After eight years at his old job, Ron felt like a bit of a break wasn’t too much to ask for. At first I agreed, but when we’d had to start visiting the local food bank, and threatening letters from utility companies...
