Glad and sad at the same time

As the husband was on his way home from work Monday, he called me to let me know he was on his way because I wanted to start cooking a bit before he got home. He told me he was bringing home a surprise. I could tell by his voice it was something special. I said, "Is it black?" (I was thinking a black pug.) He said no. I said, "Is it fawn?" He said, "Yes, he's fawn." I said, "Is it little or big?" He said, "It's big." I said, "Put the phone up to it and let me hear." He said he was driving and would just see me when he got home. I said, "What is its story?" He said he had to go ... he was driving.

I was all excited because I thought we were getting another pug...even though we said we wouldn't do it. Then I thought, oh, it's a kitty cat...even though we aren't doing that yet, either. And I thought: He should have asked me before he brings something else home...even though I wouldn't say no.

So I go outside and wait...and it was a stuffed dog! That does tricks when you talk to it! One of his co-workers let him bring it home to see what our dogs would do. He is going to donate it to a retirement-type home because his aunt had it at one and they folks loved it. Anyway, I took a video of the pugs when it turned it on. Bad thing is he has to yell at the thing to make it do what he says...and it decides what it's going to do anyway.

I was a little disappointed and glad at the same time that he didn't bring home a real pug!