My Sister Brought A Puppy To The Wake
by Gina Valley
My sister brought a puppy to the wake.
That’s right. A puppy. To the wake. To my mother-in-law’s wake.
Now, this was not a random puppy-ization on her part. Son#1 lost his sweet dog, Trixie, to liver cancer last fall. He’d recently had a birthday. Her Labrador had recently had 9 puppies. How could she not bring one to the wake?
Plus, this sister of mine has a history of presenting impromptu animal additions to our family. She has a heart full of fun. I’m lucky it was just one puppy. She could have brought one for each of my kids.
We’ve been giggling about the little puppy’s antics all evening. But, right now that’s not what I’m laughing about.
Son#2 has been begging for a puppy of his own all evening. But, that’s not what I’m laughing about.
He is promising to walk it and clean up after it, to feed it and to bathe it. But that’s not what I’m laughing about.
I’m laughing because Son#2 is telling me he’s sure he’s more than responsible enough to take care of a puppy.
Responsibility is a serious issue. So, why am I laughing about that?
I’m laughing because while Son#2 is explaining to me that he is a very responsible person, he’s wearing a windbreaker and a pair of shorts. That’s it. No shirt. No socks. No long pants for this cold day.
A windbreaker and shorts.
And, why is my son, who’s convinced he’s responsible enough to care for a puppy, sporting such an odd wardrobe?
Because after he finished packing his clothes for our trip, he neglected to bring them. That’s right. He left his whole suitcase at home.
Well, if that doesn’t scream “responsibility,” I don’t know what does.
Laugh Out Loud!
Have you ever had something laughable at a totally serious event? Have you ever been the something laughable at a totally serious event? Shoot me a comment. I’m looking forward to hearing all about it.