Pool Please

All I've asked for since the age of three was a pool. I was a good kid. I loved swimming. It only made sense for me to want a pool. And boy, did I ever! 

Nick did too. Maybe not as badly as I did, but he still wanted one. So, I began asking incessantly from the age of three on. When my friends started getting pools put in their backyards and mine was still full of nothing but green grass, I got angry. I demonstrated this angst by wearing my bathing suit everyday. When that didn't work, I got my green squirt gun, and threatened. 

It didn't get the job done. Twelve, fifteen, seventeen, still no pool. I'm not sure why. Like I said, I was good. I never really caused any trouble for my parents. The worst thing I did growing up was drink a little bit too much of orange juice and vodka and threw up on the driveway. But, I even hosed the driveway clean afterwards. I have given twenty seven good years, and have never earned that pool.

Shea, on the other hand, has done many things wrong. He's peed on the carpet, he's ripped the screen door, he digs up the mulch, he steals breakfast bagels off the table (even though they shouldn't be left out in the open for him to grab!), he's eaten all the bars of soap in the house, and he jumps on the couch when he is wet. Yet, my mother, dog-hater extraordinaire, came home the other day with this cute little puppy pool. Had dog bones on it and everything. 

Shea never even asked for this. My mother simply felt he would really like it. So, after 27 years of being a good daughter, nothing. After 2.5 years of being a mischievous, yet lovable, grandpuppy, Shea gets a pool! 

At least he enjoys it. When my baby boy is happy, I am happy. I can't wait until he sees Jeff again, then we all be beyond happy!