My nephews met me at the door of their house. Well, they bounced to the front door and shook their hands like wet rags while they rebounded like pogo sticks. I let myself in.
“We have a new puppy!” said the five year old.
I gathered that he was new.
They were pointing down the hall to their bathroom. “Um, where is this new puppy?” I asked.
“He’s getting a bath!” said nephew #1.
“Mom is giving him a bath!” said nephew #2.
They were more excited than a hog waiting for the feed bucket.
“Can I go see him?” I asked them.
“Mom’s giving him a bath!” said nephew #1. “We have a new puppy.”
“New puppy,” said nephew #2. He didn’t get the whole sentence out. I guess he was tiring from all the bouncing.
I wanted to see the new addition so I called to my sister. “Are you done?”
“Done,” she said. “Here he comes.”
A long brown leg stepped into the living room.
“Our new puppy!” the boys squealed and wrapped arms around each of the dog’s front legs.
Apparently if you’re four or five years old, all dogs tower like giant sequoia trees.
Because this new puppy turned out to be a two-year-old Great Dane.