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So A and I went shopping for groceries today. He loves this little trip as it gives him a chance to get out of the house. He's pretty good in the store and loves to chat people up. After we got home and had taken the groceries in he started to talking about pet. Pet? Who's pet? "My dad is going to get me a pet. A dog. A white dot. A white dog with white stripes." Okay.. that's news to me. J and I have been talking about getting a dog. We can't quite decide if we should or not. A has taken it all to heart and seems to think he's getting one. Maybe he is, maybe he isn't.