My 11 year old daughter and I were discussing the insane amount of dog hair our vacuum picks up when I told her that after our puppy dies, her dad and I will likely never get another dog.
“But, you have to get another dog!”, she cried.
I asked, “Why do you care? By the time Daisy gets old, you and your brother will probably have moved out of the house.”
Then she replied, “Because when we come home from Hollywood or New York to visit, we’ll want to have a dog to play with.”