Who Wants A Puppy????

Oh for crying out loud, they all do. But who wants to take care of it? "Oh, we will Mom. We promise." Sure. Guess who is taking care of the dog? Uh-huh. And guess who the dog is following around like, well, a puppy? Me. The one who loves him the most, right? Oh, he is sweet, but he is still a dog. You know, poops and licks and all. Last night I told him to get in his crate (which was in the girls' room) and he promptly jumped into bed with Grace. Tonight, after I got home from bunco, he was barking in the crate, so I let him out. After I petted him for a minute, he jumped right up on the couch and laid in the crook of Greg's arm. AND GREG DIDN'T EVEN MAKE HIM GET DOWN!?!?!?!?!? I could hardly believe it. Things are getting crazy around here. Thank Jasmin, for letting us take care of Izzo Dean. The kids all love him.Grant keeps referring to Izzo as "his dog". Whenever anyone says or does anything, Grant reminds them that Izzo is his. This poor dog is going to LOVE going home, just to get relief from the kids. Jacob is the quietest about it, but whenever he sits on the ground Izzo comes and sits by him (probably because he is the quietest). Jacob also lets Izzo lick his ear. Gross. Off to the shower with you. Jadyn wants to be brave and "like" the dog, but she is still scared. She wants to make absolutely sure that the crate is locked at night, because she does not want him jumping on her in the middle of the night. And Grace is the responsible one. She wants to feed him, care for him, and she was the one who picked up his poop today. When she heard I was going out tonight she broke down, crying with concern. She even told me I needed to be home by her bedtime, because Dad just couldn't take care of the dog like I could. True. But Dad was going to have to be good enough.