Kasey Mable

So Sweet Eva B wanted a new dog. As every seven year old girl who wants a dog will say, "Pleeeaaassseee!" And then..."I promise I will feed it and take it out to potty and clean up the messes." Followed up by another, "Pleeeaaassseee?" Those big eyes peering up at me , hands in prayer position, "I promise!" Maybe when we move back to Kansas City honey, I'd tell her. It was months away, surely she'd let it drop. She's a persistant little dickens. So we proceeded to have this same conversation again and again. And then we moved to Kansas City and we proceeded to have the same conversation again and again.

My plan, the "she'll let it drop" plan was foiled.

So I did my homework, searched on the internet to find a pathetic little four legged furball that needed saving.

And then the most magical day of Eva's seven year existance happened.
I made her the happiest beamingest, ear to ear grinningest Peanut Pie in the whole world!
I was now the greatest Mom ever!
We picked out Kasey, the quiet little timid beagle who would be harder to potty train than my three year old, (come to find out).

I digress...Back to me being the best mom ever and having the happiest child ever,

we had rainbows and hearts and butterflies dancing about us.

This picture was taken hours after bringing Kasey home.

A few months pass and the novelty has worn off. The whole, "I'll take her out, and feed her and blah blah blah" schtick no longer holds water. I have to give her credit, she still takes care of the dog, but more so on her terms. The dog responsibities are now family responsibilities. Okay, fine. However, the dog still does her business in the house sometimes. That does not make for a happy mommy, especially when Mommy says, "Hey Eva, take Kasey Mable Pudding Pie outside, she needs to go." Eva throws her head back, rolls her eyes and groans and continues watching TV. As a multitasking mom, I turn to the other nine things I have going on...she'll handle it, right?


An hour later I come to find a large, I mean LARGE, wet spot on the carpet at the top of the stairs. The anger climbs up my spine until steam is coming out of my ears. Well, we had a little tiff to say the least, the pee was cleaned up, the dog was taken out, and Eva felt so so bad about the previous events that had taken place.

She disappeared for awhile and then walked in my room silently, handed me this and walked out with her head down...

Okay so you can't really read the writing due to my photographic ability or lack thereof. I'll work on that. So the note goes as follows:

I am varry varry sorry

that I did not take

the dog out but I

feed and at least

I take her out some

times. Will you

forgive me. Put in

your answer. (line drawn for my answer)

I write in, "Yes Eva. I will alway forgive you. I love you!" and smiley face.

As you can see on the right side is a picture of her outside with the dog. You can tell it's outside by all the RAIN coming down! No, she didn't draw a bright sunny day for her to walk the dog. She's out in the P O U R I N G R A I N getting soaking wet!

If that's not passive aggressive, I don't know what is!