So, my 14-year-old brother, Billy, is up visiting Adam and I from Idaho for the summer, and I’ve had some… interesting conversations with him since he’s arrived. Observe:
Billy: Is Tali spaded?
Me: Hmmm… you mean spayed?
Billy: Yeah, that.
Me: No, we’re thinking about breeding her next year.
Billy: Wow, you WANT like 7 dogs?
Me: Well not to keep, silly!
Billy: WHAT? What do you mean?
Me: Well, we might keep one of her puppies, but we would sell the rest.
Billy: WHAAAAAT? You would SELL your dog’s BABIES?
Me: Um, yes.
Billy: (seemingly having a major realization)Â Whoa. Is that what your dad does?
*note: my dad has had quite a few boston terriers over the years, and has bredÂ some of them aÂ couple ofÂ times
Me: Of course! Do you think my dad lives on a dog farm with 56 dogs??
Billy: Well… yeah. I thought that’s what the barns were… for the dog farm.
*note: my dad builds storage sheds for a living, and his business name is ‘Alaskan Barns’.
Me: I can’t believe we’re having this conversation.
Billy: I can’t believe you would sell your dog’s babies. How would you like it if someone sold YOUR baby?
Adam, jumping in: How would you like it if your 7 children lived with you all their lives?
Haha, great point, Adam… I’m sure I wouldÂ be ready to sell my kids if they wanted to live with me forever! :)