A Valentine's Day Dog

For practicaly forever, I have wanted a dog. But there has always been an excuse. When we were in Alaska, we lived in an apartment. Then the excuse was that we didn't have a yard. We were there for three years. When we moved to California, when we had our own house with a backyard, my parents managed to make a new one, which was that we didn't have enough of a yard. Hee hee. They didn't get away with that one. Especially when our next-door neighbor's dogs had puppies. In that litter, the dogs only had two puppies. One boy and one girl. Skyla, my sister, and I really wanted the girl. That's because Dad said if we were getting a dog (and we might, once we moved. It's just that Skyla and I decided a long time ago that waiting till we moved was too long of a wait. And they might make another exuse. ) it would definitely be a girl. So we only had a slim chance with the girl. At least Dad wanted a girl dog when the time was right, because a few days later, the boy was sold. The girl, we found out, was going to be sold Sunday. Three people were thinking about buying her. We had three days to decide. It was on Valentine's Day when Skyla, Mom, sort of Karsten, my little brother, and I finally got a full chance to speak to Dad. By then, Karsten, Skyla, and I wanted the dog. Dad did not. Mom was deciding. You might think our chances were good. Or maybe okay. Wrong. Dad is one of the most stubburn people I have ever met. I knew we still had a chance, but not much of one. Anyways, we went to this Mexican resturant. Mom said Skyla and I had done good. I didn't feel like it. My heart was sinking by the time I got home. Dad had made up so many excuses about getting a dog, he could've used every every word in the dictionary. For instance, What about the poop, or the hair, and the money, plus it stinking up the house, ect. I noticed Dad typing a comment on the post Cocker Spaniel. I was too sad to notice. I went and brushed my teeth. When I was finished, Dad called to me because ''someone'' had typed a comment on my blog. I read the comment. It said: Wow, that sounds like a great dog. I can't wait for one to join our family. Thanks for all the useful information. And, YES, I would love for you to have the opportunity to have the same dog I first had when I was growing up. I love you both. Happy Valentine's Day! Love, Dad. I didn't understand that. I went and called Mom. She said to look at a word. It said YES. Skyla, who was looking over my shoulder, and I ran and hugged Dad. But by the look on our face, we were still somehow confused. Mom said, "I guess they don't really understand." Dad looked at us and grinned. "You better take care of that dog."