Return of the Dog, Aye.

So, my sister brought the dog back to dinner last sunday night. No one said anything, figuring it might be only one time, and I was never of the opionion that the dog should never be brought over, just that it should be left at home most times.

Tonight, we were over at a friend's house instead of eating with the family. Mrs. Buddy and I agreed that once a week can be too much to take of the family, so every other week for a while would be nice.

I went over to mom's after getting back home since I wanted to find out how things went in our absence.

"Your sister brought that damn dog to dinner again today." mom said.

I feigned shock.

"Really? Oh man!" I faked, trying not to make it obvious.

"Yea, I am going to have to tell her again not to bring it. It was nice when she was leaving her at home."

I just about swallerd my teef.

"I don't want to hurt her feelings about the dog" she continued, " but she brings all the dog toys over and they get all soggy and wet and then the dog tries to put them on me, I just don't like that!"

"Plus, mom, she yells constantly at the animal, which in my opinion is as bad as the dog." I offered. It was not accepted.

"Well no, I just don't like losing my living room to the dog." she lied.

So, all the arguing I did with my parents, actually telling them they need to be the parents and tell their daughter not to burden us with the animal's presence, everything I did was justified at that moment. The only thing that irked me was that she made it seem that the whole idea of telling her was her own plan. I am puzzled at the hesitance to tell her about it. It is almost like she is afraid to be her mom.

But, I don't really care so much about that since the dog will be left, and I will be dry and happy. There will be no scratches on Mrs. Buddy, and I can lay my fat, full body down on the floor after dinner and watch America's Funniest Videos in peace.