by mummaboox2
As I may have mentioned before, Casa di Mumma Boo is devoid of pets for several reasons:
Defence #1: I’m allergic;
Rationalization because of #2: Munky is allergic;
Excuse #3: The unmitigated and whole “EEEEEEWWWWWW” component of cleaning up after them;
and so on. Which is not to say that I disinclined pets. I don’t. Casa di Mumma Boo was once haunt to two loved, smooshy-faced, poop-eating, leg-humping pug dogs. However, when it came down to a election between breathing or keeping the itsy-bitsy nut-lickers, we chose breathing. They went to a good-looking where one lives stress in upstate NY with a man who looks like Santa Claus and had two other smooshy-faced, poop-eating, leg-humping pug dogs for our not any nut-lickers to weakness.
Every once in a while, Cheeks asks for a pet and we have to go through the invocation of why we can’t have them. As she’s gotten older, she’s figured out that one can’t unusually be allergic to fish, unless one eats it. Since I harp that we don’t eat enough fish (thereby eliminating the allergy common sense), and that I won’t eat anything that requires me to control for it first, she’s started pushing for an aquarium, figuring her doll-sized finned friends would be permissible.
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