For some reason, my father got it into his head that he wanted to take his grandson to see some puppies at the pet shop this morning. Normally I’m ALWAYS up for puppies…but I got worried about germs and nipping and started thinking of common, small mammal type communicable diseases…Anyway. So we went. And the saddest thing of my entire life is that…he didn’t care. Camper was so incredibly nonplussed, it was as if the puppy didn’t even exist. He showed more excitement for the spatula my father was using to cook lunch when we got home. Well, that’s not true. There was that one moment when we put the puppy close to Bubbs, and he grabbed either side of the puppy’s head with his hands and tried to eat him. But even then, he wasn’t too excited about it.
What if he’s not a puppy person?
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