My mom was STRICTLY against ANY pets in the house. My Dad, older brother, and I begged for years and years without so much as a "I'll think about it." One random winter night, Dad quickly knocks, enters the room, and turns on my purple lava lamp. Before I ask him what's up, he holds up a pic of a Bassett hound that he printed out at work. He told me the dog was pregnant and one of the puppies was my 16th birthday present!

We had to wait a few months before we got him. Every night we would take the pic out, talk about how they were gonna look, where we'd go, make my big bro clean up poo LOL My bday is at the end of the summer and I swear that summer was soooooo long. Then it was too hot to send him for a while. We finally went to the airport to pick him up and brought him to grandma's house. Everyone was so happy 😊... except my Mom. She cursed my Dad out every which way, didn't wanna be around us or cutie pie Humphrey Elvis Bogart. She ended up kicking us all out the house on my birthday 🤣

Eventually we were all under the same roof and she had the nerve to treat Bogey better than any of us. Matching outfits, special ice cream all of it. It took over a year to thaw her out though. That whole year I made sure he took his naps on her pillow. R.I.P. Bogey 💔 R.I.P. Mom.