Yesterday a couple of the grandkids were playing in the yard when an intruder broke down a fence board and started climbing through. Our protective big dog bit him in the arm. The trouble was, it was just the little next door neighbor boy who wanted to come play. The board was loose from when his vicious rottweiller tried to break through and attack us so it was easily pushed open again. Our big dog is going back to jail and may have to be put on death row for his crimes against humanity unless we can find him a new home. Like our little Laura sobbed, "But he's practically a human coach potato!" We love our dog, but we must keep peace in the neighborhood. It wasn't anybody's fault: kids will be kids, and our dog thought he was protecting his people in his own yard. The boy came in right where the mean dog had stuck his head through and tried to attack us.
Through his tears, our youngest son asked, "Can we get a pug?" We had a pug once, and he had loved her very much. Wouldn't you know it, one was available. So to add smiles to our tears, we brought home a puppy. It was a three dog night. Now we are just waiting for the animal control to knock on our door. These are the dog days of summer enjoying our last moments together laughing and having good cries together.