Don't even think about it

So a few days ago, Brandon was browsing the classifieds at CouesWhitetail.com and came across an ad for a female hound pup:

I know. Adorable, right?

Going through the classified ads there is like an evening ritual for Brandon, so I thought nothing of him lingering on this puppy ad for a minute or two.

Then, two nights later, he revisited that ad and saw it had been updated to "Sold". Later, he was browsing Craigslist and asked if they had pet ads.

"I don't think so. Why? What kind of pet would you be looking for?"

"Oh, just one for the farm."

"Like what? A chicken?"

"No...no...a farm [mutters inaudible word]."

"A what?"

"A farm... [practically under his breath] dog."

I just gave one of those wife looks. Which I'm quite good at by now. You know, the one that says, "You might as well start packing your bags now if this conversation goes any further."

He quickly said, "Oh, it wouldn't stay here, don't worry. I would keep it at my parents'. So it could hang around the shop and stuff."

"Yeah, because that worked out real well for the last one?" [That's how we lost Wilma, Wilbur's litter mate. By sending her to Brandon's parents' house, alongside a busy road.]

Not to mention the fact this might take some approval from his parents first. His parents who already have three dogs of their own.

Anyway, I basically let him know that in no way, shape or form would we be owning another dog anytime soon.

You see, Brandon doesn't listen to Wilbur howl all day long. He doesn't have to yell at Dixie all day for her jumping and yelping. He doesn't have them going crazy every morning, running in circles at his feet, when they get let out of the pen. He didn't have to chase them down from neighbor's yards before they semi-learned how to stay in ours. He rarely even feeds them. And he certainly isn't the one who hunts down Wilbur when he gets scared and runs away.

So another dog? No big deal for him.

I, on the other hand, have informed many of our friends that even if both our dogs died tomorrow, it might take years for me to get another one.

Even after rehashing all this, Brandon continued to look up hound puppy ads on Backpage, just Googling "hound dogs AZ", etc.

I finally told him, "Okay, you've got to get rid of all this. I'm a sucker for puppies. I don't want to see any of it. Do not make me think this might be okay."

But he said, "It's not just you. Everyone is."

"Including you? Really?"

"Yep..."

Who would have thought? Brandon, the animal slayer, a puppy sucker.