What was she thinking...

My daughter and all her infinite wisdom told someone that we would be more than happy to take a dog that needs a home.

I lost my dog of 13 years in February to old age and various ailments and I am taking my time to decide if I even want to care for another doggy right now.    Why would I say 'I'?  Because we have become doggysitting central since Luckys passing.  During that time though I have enjoyed playing and loving and feeding these animals.  What I havent enjoyed is the bathroom time.  These dogs large and small leave little presents which I need to pick up or spray down.  They need to go all the time.

J (as I will refer to her) has loved having the company of a dog.  She will drag them into her room so she can sleep with them.  But - when they start to stir and need to go out she staggers to her door opens it and lets them out...into the living room.  Once they are there - you can here the 'tap,tap,tap' of their toes on the tile.  "Where did the human go?"  Then the 'tap,tap,tap' in my room.  'I' have to get up and let them out to pee - smell a flower and take a poop.  'I' have to pick it up. 

So - what type of dog has she agreed to adopt?  A german shepard.  A HUGE beast that has huge poops.  What the ...

I have mentioned a little doggy - a Bichon or something from the teacup family.  Little poops.

She's not happy at all.  (whatever)  When I actually see her get up and let a dog out then pick up the mess that occurs then she can have a say on what dog we can have.  

A german shepard - What was she thinking???