I would like to except this award on behalf of my fans, my children, my husband. I would have never of been able to do this without all of your support Thank you (Blow Kiss's) Thank you, Thank you (Blow more kiss's, wipe tears, wave to hubby, smile, hold award high, step off stage)
Rigby........Little tiny black Rigby who we adopted as a boxer/lab mix but by some sort of MIRACLE grew into a Pit Bull/Lab mix!
He was sick when we adopted him. Sarah and I went to a pet store (No he was NOT a puppy mill puppy) to get our Chocolate Lab Jesse a Christmas present and the local rescue league was holding an adoption day and Sarah and YES I admit it fell in love with the tiniest puppy there. I said no we cant adopt, Sarah. I work 40-50 hrs a week. Dad will not be happy and I know there is no way you will take care of a puppy!
BUT MOMMMMM I WILL I PROMISE MOMMMM. I stood there for two hours talking to this man about this boxer/lab puppy but the answer was still NO I knew it was NOT the right time and we just could not do it.
As I took the puppy from Sarah's arms and set him back down in the pen a woman walked over and ever so kindly moved him aside and picked up his much cuter, larger brother and Rigby (well at the time his name was Elvis) looked at me with a look that I had never felt before, Yes felt! and I picked him up and said "Sarah we are taking him" Sarah looked all confused and said "What we are but you just said no Mom" I said "I don't care what I said and you're telling dad I'm not here call him, no wait lets get him out of here 1st"
Oh Dad was not a happy camper, Oh no he was not.(this was the actual photo I took of his face as Sarah walk in with Rigby) Dad was a Newfie Guy. Newfoundlands were his dogs and the fact we had a chocolate lab was something he was still getting used to so for Sarah and I to come home with a Boxer/Lab sick puppy was not making any brownie points in the Breton household, Oh it was not a happy home coming.
I had no choice after seeing the look on my husbands face. I might have to use the BIG GUNS. I knew we had to go to get dinner as it was over looked in the excitement of the puppy coming home and Gary was hungry so off we went for take out. I tried to talk about how Sarah would care for Rigby and Auntie Jo would help (AJ lives over our garage) while we worked and Sarah was in school. Told Gary that Sarah and Nealy have never had a puppy to care for before, Well yes of course we had puppies before Newfies of course but it was me the stay at home mom who took care of them. Nothing worked, NOTHING I said took the anger away from my husband that I came home with a puppy. Damn, I had to do it. I had to pull out the BIG GUN! Yes for all you woman out there I think you might know what I'm talking about? I don't use this often and I don't want to use up my God giving allotment I'm only 49 I may need more! But I knew this was a time I had to use it and here it came....................I CRIED!!!!!
Gary hates to see me cry, Oh he would give me the world on a silver platter to stop me from crying. ANYTHING ANYTHING ANYTHING to stop me from crying. And it worked hehehehe. Sarah got her puppy, I got my happy husband and life in the Breton household was singing again.....
Well sort of, Rigby can be a pain in the ass as he loves to dig holes, chew anything you drop and chase the wind and bark at the neighbors.
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