Waiting for our pup to arrive has been disappointing for the boys, who assumed you order one from Amazon
A while ago, my wife and I took the kids to an agricultural fair, which is like a regular trade fair except you spend £30 on chilli jam and pretend to a salesman that you are going to come back and look at a ride-on mower again, even though you have plastic grass (more of that in another column).
Part way through the day, we went into a barn full of people selling rabbits. It is difficult to believe we haven’t tampered with these animal breeds when they all look so cute you feel that you’ve walked into a Pixar film. This is great for selling rabbits, but absolutely unacceptable for somebody innocently walking through there with kids. The boys immediately fell in love with them, and started demanding we get one. I explained to them how irresponsible it was to go somewhere expecting to buy some fudge, and return with livestock. They were still insistent, at which point I looked to my wife for help, only to find her making a face like Puss in Boots from Shrek. She had defected to the other side and wanted a rabbit, too. I explained to all of them that we needed a bit more time to think about this, and decide which animal we could actually commit to, if any. They demanded assurances that we would definitely get a pet; the only way I could get away from the fair bunny-free was to agree. We eventually decided on a dog.