The other night at a fun dinner out with my parents, our 10-year-old Rebecca was going on and on telling her Nana and Pops all about how she would really love to get a puppy for her birthday, and not a big dog, but a little one who could live inside, but we have to convince our summer camp to allow inside dogs, so she could take it with us in the summer, and not be outside getting fleas and stuff, and she really loves Miss Teresa's miniature poodle cause it's so cute, it's about *this big*, and it doesn't shed, and is really friendly, even though it is 96 in dog years (the dog, not Miss Teresa), and Miss Teresa said sometimes she is old and grumpy (again, the dog, and not Miss Teresa) and doesn't like kids, but once she scratched her ears, little Nellie, who's named after Nellie Oleson of Little House on the Prairie, followed her around all evening, and even put her head on her foot during dinner...
(deep breath)
Nana: "Rebecca, have you ever thought about becoming a vet? You sure do love animals."
Rebecca: "But, Nana, I'm not old enough!"
(She does have a point there)
