Wednesday, November 16, 2011
And we shall call him Scruffy
Yesterday Kara and I were dreaming on Skype about the day that we return to South America.
Our dreams are very concrete:
Kara: Lets get a dog when we live in Buenos Aires.
Me : Ok, we'll get a dog! I don't know what types of dogs they have in Argentina...
Kara: Oh! Can we get an ugly dog? I love ugly dogs.
Me: But I love wrinkley dogs! (pathetic face)
Kara: They are ugly.
Me: Fine. An ugly wrinkley dog.
Kara: Good. But you know we'll just end up with a stray or something...
Me: You can't take in street dogs in South America!
Kara: Well, a mutt then. Oh! And we have to find friends to leave it with when we go. Or just leave it with one of our ex-boyfriends.
Me: We'll have many. Or the dog can just be our excuse not to go back: "Nope, sorry, how could we leave? What would the dog do?"
We didn't get to naming it. C'mon now. Choosing a name already would just be ridiculous.
You can't just plan every detail of life like that. :)