Meet the Rascal

Meet Rascal the Morkie Puppy and new addition to My Daughter's Family 

I always loved my Son-in-law. He's a good man, good husband and father; great sense of humor, always good to me.  Somewhere along the line his dog-loving mother-in-law found out he did not like dogs in the house. Which meant he didn't like dogs. If you leave a dog outside all the time and you never go out except to mow, then...well, you don't like dogs. He would never say that.  I have two Lhasa Apso's, and prior to that a Golden Retriever. He didn't approve of any of them.  So there's the back ground info. And I always said the man only had one flaw. That was it.

So a few weeks ago he was kidding around with his 5 year old twin son, who was saying, "Daddy I want a doggy", and Brent was saying, "Sure, like a puppy?"  "Yeah, Daddy, I want a puppy."  This exchange went back and forth 3 or 4 times before Brent says, "You want a stuffed animal puppy, right?" and my grandson starts to cry, "No, Daddy, you said you were gonna get me a REAL puppy!", and Daddy says, "No I didn't mean a real one! I thought you knew that. I was talking about a stuffed puppy. We'll go tomorrow and get you one".  But Brandon wasn't having any part of this.  He was crying big broken-heart tears. He ran upstairs to his bedroom, and cried on his bed for quite awhile. It was time for me to go back to my own apartment downstairs.

The next day I go upstairs and Amy, my daughter is looking online at hypoallergenic puppies.  Brent couldn't stand that he had broke the heart of his little son.  I still didn't believe it. Not until they drove up with that puppy up there, and had gone and bought all the necessary items to kennel train him, the dog whisperer training manual included.

So now my son in law has no faults. Except maybe for timing.  The age of his youngest twins; 5, a boy and a girl.  They don't know how to properly handle this little cute thing with razor sharp teeth and sharp claws, and their reaction is often hazardous to the dog's well being.  But they are working it out.  The two 9 year olds are pretty responsible and watch the little ones for careless acts with the lil Rascal.  He had his name before he was home.  With a couple of weeks he grew into it.  He is a 'lil Rascal, all right. But cute as a bugs ear.

And for right now, that's life as I know it.