Do Me a Favor
When I got home today my little four-year-old granddaughter was here with her mother.
I said, "It's been a while since I've seen you. Where've you been, Baby Girl?"
She spoke clearly and directly. "Paw Paw, that's cause I didn't need anything."
Then - as if she suddenly remembered something - she ran and jumped into my arms. She hugged me and kissed my face all over. "Paw Paw, we going on vacation ... Will you do me a favor? Keep my dog!"
"No. No way! He's a house dog." I looked at her mother. "You know how I feel about a dog in the house."
"He's got a kennel," Baby Girl said.
"Nope. No can do."
"But Paw Paw," she pleaded, ever-so-softly, "he won't have ANYBODY to love him."
But taking my face, she held it between her two little hands and poked out her bottom lip.
"Oh, heck," I said. "Set the kennel right here."