Before you say it, I know. And I fully agree. Puppies are not usually an appropriate Christmas gift.
But, when you’re already planning on adding a pet to the family, being able to coordinate it with Santa is a parenting coup.
Our daughter Avery adores animals. She lives and breathes fur. I also breathe fur, hence my weekly allergy shots. But that’s a story for another time.
Avery’s first pet was our rescue dog, a terrier/chihuahua Roger. We got him when Avery was a toddler and her physical therapist suggested a dog as motivation to get her walking. It worked.
We also had a guinea pig. Sadly, he’s in pet heaven now. RIP Ernie.
And if you are familiar with my Instagram account, you’re painfully aware that we have a big orange tabby named Kevin. He just so darn photogenic that I can’t help but share pics and videos of him. A lot. Like, a “crazy cat lady” amount.
Now that Avery is eleven and is responsible enough to start caring for a puppy—learning to feed and train her very own dog, we were happy to make this wish come true.
Though she asked Santa for a puppy (she actually wore her puppy print pants when she sat
on his lap beside him…apparently ‘lap sitting’ is no longer a thing), she knew it was a big ask.
So when she met her new puppy on Christmas morning, she was stunned.
Here’s a little video of the surprise.
Related: Why We Got A Cat