What you do is this:
- Talk non-stop about how much a doggie would enrich your lives.
- Talk non-stop about how there's so many poor puppies out there desperately needin' a home.
- Endlessly monologue about how the American Dream ALWAYS has a pet figured prominently in there somewhere.
- State unequivocally how havin' a four footed friend will help you feel safe when hubby is out of town on biz trips.
- If you have children, expound lengthily on how havin' a pet will help teach your child(ren) morality and the importance of the value of life.
Soon, you will shift from "talkin'" to "naggin'" and there is your salvation. The human male can only withstand naggin' for so long before they completely give in. I nag only when it's VERY important ('bout once every
4-5 years) ... so far, it's worked for me! ;)And if all else fails, simply go to the shelter whilst hubby's at work and bring home a friend! For years, my hubby would utter this quote" "It's better to beg for forgiveness than ask for permission."
I TOLD him that little quote would bite him in the hindquarters one day! :)
Hugs!! Connie :)\
> > > > Leslie, if you live near anyone with a bomb shelter, methinks you ought
> to
> > > go get in it! The only email I remember sending you was a picture of
> > > Paula's one day old Yorkie pups.
> > > And your message (I'm assuming that you sent rctq a post on hating
> > > computers) doesn't show up here. Only because Karen carried it with her
> > > wanting a spew warning did I see it.
> > > What IS going on in Missouri? Polly
> > >
> > > "Karen, Queen of Squishies" wrote in
> messagenews:Sui%i.202927$Fc.61611@attbi_s21...
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > > > OH Leslie! That needed a spew warning! I'm sorry it happened to you,
> I
> > > > really am, but still couldn't help laffing.
> > >
> > > > Hugs,
> > >
> > > > Karen, Queen of Squishies
> > >
> > > >> Since I only work on Saturdays, the rest of the week seems to drift > by
> > > >> with nothing in particular to do. Every morning I check the day of > the
> > > >> week on my computer. If it tells me it's Friday then I set my alarm
> > > >> clock and set out my clothes to go to the office Saturday morning. I
> > > >> woke up this morning at 8:25, checked the computer and found out it > was
> > > >> Saturday and I had to be to work at 8:30!!! I was positive I got my
> > > >> haircut yesterday, which was Thursday, so I frantically checked Yahoo
> and
> > > >> my emails and this ng and everything I could think of to try to find
> out
> > > >> if it was Friday or Saturday. I am finally calmed down and am pretty
> sure
> > > >> today is Friday. I also received Polly's email FOUR times! > > >
> > > >> My heart rate is just starting to slow down from the panic at > thinking it
> > > >> was Saturday and I was hopelessly late for work..... I HATE > computers!
> > > >> What a dirty trick to pull on a gal first thing in the morning! > > >
> > > >> Leslie, Missy & The Furbabies in MO.- Hide quoted text -
> > >
> > > - Show quoted text -
> >
> > Oooohhhh, I want to see the picture of the puppies...I sooooo want
> > one...now if I can only talk my DH into getting one and of course
> > there's the expense of buying one and that's an issue. But, hey still
> > would love to see the picture.
> >
> > Leslie,
> > I had to laugh, almost outloud....DH is snoozing...ssshhhh...gotta be > > quiet! lol
> > Launie, in Oregon
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