Princess Lilly is almost three. And she has had a bit of a hard time getting used to not being the only girl, since Cheyanne joined our family... that is until the day they had a talk.
Cheyanne was out playing in the yard, so Princess Lilly put on one of her new princess dresses (there are about 10 of them, she cycles through them all every day), and went to the back porch.
She addressed Cheyanne through the safety of the screaned porch window.
"Cheyanne, there is a princess in our family. Her name is Lilly. And it's ME!"
Cheyanne smiled and nodded, fist pumped Princess Lilly, and then bowed to her royal majesty.
Not really, she just jumped up and licked the screan. Wich was apparantly good enough for Princess Lilly, because they've been good sisters since that day.
Showing posts with label pets. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pets. Show all posts
Thursday, June 23, 2011
New Family!
Last week the Captain turned 9 and a new member joined our family. Her name is Cheyenne, she is 5 months old. She is part husky, part something that is really really big.
The Captain has wanted a dog since he found out what dogs were. So for his ninth birthday, I went to the animal rescue with the Entertainer and Princess Lilly, and picked out the only dog that 1. wasn't a pit bull (which I've heard actually make great pets, but Brandon and I hadn't discussed the bread...) 2. wasn't a "senior" (here buddy, this is Fido, the greatest dog ever! He is going to die before you turn 10...) or 3. wasn't barking like a maniac.
So we got Cheyenne, the sweet little "husky" sad and scared and not barking, who turned into wonder dog the big jumper when they brought her out and scooted her home with us.
I waited by the fence until the Captain and the Adventurer and Brandon came home, with another dad and his two daughters. My son, who has begged me for a dog every day for the last 7.5 years, saw me holding her, and he froze. The girls ran up and petted her. The Adventurer petted her, and the Captain just stood there.
"Happy Birthday! This is Cheyenne! She's your birthday present! You can pick a new name if you want... do you want to pet her?"
"Ya, sure mom. Let me just go put my stuff down." And he saunters away. And I am baffled.
He tells me later, "mom, when I saw her, I was so excited! If those girls hadn't been there, I would have screamed like a little girl and ran up and hugged her. I just didn't want to embarrass myself."
And I breath a sigh of relief.
The Captain has wanted a dog since he found out what dogs were. So for his ninth birthday, I went to the animal rescue with the Entertainer and Princess Lilly, and picked out the only dog that 1. wasn't a pit bull (which I've heard actually make great pets, but Brandon and I hadn't discussed the bread...) 2. wasn't a "senior" (here buddy, this is Fido, the greatest dog ever! He is going to die before you turn 10...) or 3. wasn't barking like a maniac.
So we got Cheyenne, the sweet little "husky" sad and scared and not barking, who turned into wonder dog the big jumper when they brought her out and scooted her home with us.
I waited by the fence until the Captain and the Adventurer and Brandon came home, with another dad and his two daughters. My son, who has begged me for a dog every day for the last 7.5 years, saw me holding her, and he froze. The girls ran up and petted her. The Adventurer petted her, and the Captain just stood there.
"Happy Birthday! This is Cheyenne! She's your birthday present! You can pick a new name if you want... do you want to pet her?"
"Ya, sure mom. Let me just go put my stuff down." And he saunters away. And I am baffled.
He tells me later, "mom, when I saw her, I was so excited! If those girls hadn't been there, I would have screamed like a little girl and ran up and hugged her. I just didn't want to embarrass myself."
And I breath a sigh of relief.
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