...and we got a dumb dog! Scott's parent's neighbors were getting rid of their schnauzer (I really need to learn to spell it if I'm going to have one), and him and the girls, and he even got Brighton in on it, bamboozled me non-stop until I gave in. Girls, you are not getting presents any time soon. We brought it home on "a trial basis only" for one month, and the girls told everyone we had a loaner dog. I wish. Needless to say, over one month later, the dumb dog is still here. No, I do not love the animal. I have yet ONE MORE living, breathing, needy thing following me around all day that I'm tripping over, cleaning up after, and yelling at. Ok, I don't yell at my twins, but I do sometimes trip over them. I went from "boring mom" to super cool mom in an instant. The girls are ecstatic to FINALLY have a dog of their own. Can you just see it in Savannah's facial expression? She is the only reason that dog is still here. What we do for the love of a child. SHeesh. Now my mom won't want to visit.
I did however, grudgingly have to admit that it was cute on the next morning the girls went off the school, Brighton, Waverly, and the dumb dog lined up at the window to watch them off. Oh, did I tell you the dog's name is Molly? To me it's just "that dumb dog".
I did however, grudgingly have to admit that it was cute on the next morning the girls went off the school, Brighton, Waverly, and the dumb dog lined up at the window to watch them off. Oh, did I tell you the dog's name is Molly? To me it's just "that dumb dog". 
