Puppy or Bust

After a long mental conversation with myself, Mr. Morgan needs a dog, and I tried for many hours today to find a nice rescue beast but he was having none of it.

I have relented and decided to buy him a fucking dog for his (our) birthin' day. He busted my balls all night and finally found out what I was up to. I wasn't going to present some strange animal, no, I set up a time to meet with breeder (can I cringe yet?) so he could pick the one he would ultimately want to become a Morgan.

I thought it was a pretty fucking cool idea, and out of my own funds. Home dogs don't come cheap and more so, we all know how resistant I am to purchasing a dog. He said he cried all the way home because he knew he couldn't take in one of the rescues, but he wanted to but had so many worries.

He worries a new dog will make a snack of Simon, and an older dog will croak after he's bonded. Both are valid. So I'm buying him a damn dog. He went all protective on Le Pickle and said "if the new dog doesn't fit with Simon it's gone, same day."

No shit huh. I can't argue I'd not like my son be eaten. We figure a puppy is the best shot at fitting in and while I do not like this... fuck me.... it put such a hop into his step. Women do not get enough credit for the shit we do for our men. He has been mentioning another dog, but he wasn't doing shit for legwork. I knew he would elate at a puppy, that was ALL HIS, and I spearheaded it. Moon even went to task on my behalf of finding a breeder that could provide.

I am not ready, but ... is what it is. My Mister is what matters, so step aside and roll my gig, thinking outside of what I want... and consider him and the WeeMan. I don't like it, or have to, it's what you do for the ones you love who need you to set your agenda aside and just do what they crave, and be the brave one. I can step to that plate, begrudgingly. I've all but got that dog in the bag.

Doing what I gotta do, staying true to the crew. Can you feel me?



-DM