|No Pooch? No Problem.|
Me: We don't own a dog, Dan.
Daniel: It says here that it can really be about any pet.
Me: Joey is not a pet, Dan.
Daniel (the $25 dangling like a carrot before him...reaching, reaching....) But we did have a pet once. Remember Stubie?
It is beyond me how kids can remember things. Stubie came home in a plastic bag after a field trip to the pet store when Dan was in 3-year-old preschool. Despite my best efforts to kill Stubie that night, he persisted for a solid 3 months before meeting his demise. The cause of death is still under investigation.
Me: How can you remember Stubie? You were three!
Daniel: I loved Stubie. He was my best friend.
Satisfied that I seemed to have green-lighted an entry into the Bank's "Pooch Poetry Contest," Daniel went to work. Dan's motto? When in doubt, resurrect your dead fish. I must say, I was quite surprised by the quality of his work. So much in fact, that my Tiger-Mom persona kicked in. I made him re-write it three times with black Sharpie for dramatic effect and to improve legibility. I asked that he include gills on his fish. I almost wished I hadn't promised to turn it over to the bank as I fought the urge to laminate it and keep it for myself.
|I'm thinking future blogger.|
So with a a solid entry in place, I will be dropping off Daniel's tragic lament of a goldfish apparently lost at sea. Did I mention there was no physical evidence to link me to Stubie's death?
And as for the final vestiges of Stubie's existence, they have been carefully put aside for my next garage sale:
|What do you think? $1.50? $2.00?|