They really want a dog.
They really really want a sloppy, slobbery bulldog.
And they really really really want to name him Bill. And have his middle name be Ding. (Get it? This totally cracks them up.)
I, however, really really really really do not EVER want a dog in my Trenches.
So if I ever DO allow a pet dog into my house, PLEASE come take me away in a straitjacket. Because that is your indication that I have officially lost my sanity.
Sometimes I taunt them and say, "You can either have a mother or a dog. Your choice."
Except then it becomes not so funny when they respond, "Ok. Dog." every.single.time.
Sorry Bill. Ain't never gonna happen.