Never say neverTwo years ago, I heard noises coming from my neighbor’s yard and peeked through the fence to see eight puppies playing. Every day, I checked on them. I noticed a little black and white one that I really liked. I eventually mentioned the puppies to my wife and was practically threatened with my life. I was sternly told that we were never, never going to have another dog.
Not long after the "never, never” lecture, my son told us he was thinking about getting a puppy for Emma, our granddaughter. I told him about the puppies. We went to see them, but nothing came of that. One Saturday, I was talking over the fence with my neighbor. He said he was going to take them to Walmart to see if he could get rid of them. I casually mentioned this to my wife; she immediately told me to go over and get the black and white puppy I liked. Excuse me! What about never having another dog? She told me to get the puppy, and we would potty train it and give it to our granddaughter Emma. Being the good husband that I am, I did as I was told. Thirty minutes later, my wife walked in with about a $100 worth of the best dog food one can buy, plus toys. Several days later, Emma came over to see "her” new puppy. I asked her what we should name the puppy, and without blinking an eye she said, "Caruso.” We still don’t know how she came up with that name. After several months of training, I thought it might be a good time to give Caruso to Emma. I mentioned this to my wife and got an immediate "no!” But what about never, never having another dog? She said Caruso was used to us and our yard, it would be better for him if he stayed with us, and Emma could come over anytime she wanted to play with Caruso.