I have been getting a lot of (cute) grief from Tabitha about "when are we going to get a pet?" Who doesn't love pets? It's practically a rite of passage in childhood. "Dad, I want a pony." Okay, Tabitha isn't bitten by the horse bug, but she really, really wants a pet. Of course, facts are stubborn things and as such, might make it quite challenging to fulfill her wish. The elephant in the room is that, well, our condo is mighty tiny for any animal. Certainly we couldn't fit an elephant, and depending on the size of the uh, dog/cat/what have you, well, space would be tight. Also complicating matters is that yours truly has an allergy to pet hair. And unless we have museum caliber cleanliness (ha!), that's bound to be an insurmountable problem. So, in the meantime, it'll have to be stuffed animals.
Share the puzzle. New one on Monday.