The Price of a Dog
Language: en
The day after I found out I was pregnant, my husband Shane’s entire family descended on our house. They brought groceries, tonics, and a whole lot of unsolicited advice on how to "keep the baby safe." In the middle of the chaos, Shane’s nephew, Tyler, took a shine to my dog, Bear. He was hugging him tight, not letting go. He asked me, "Auntie, how old is the puppy brother?" I smiled and told him, "Well, if you want to count it like that, he’s actually your puppy grandpa. Bear is fifteen years old." My mother-in-law, Joyce, made a face. "Don't talk nonsense. How can you call a dog a…