A phone conversation I had today:
Sister-in-law: Hey, I'm calling you from the Humane Society. We're here with dad, picking out a new dog, and there is a litter of Dachshund mix puppies here, and Monkey is dying to get one, she kept asking me and asking me to call you, and I figured I'd call you to put an end to the begging, so I'm putting her on the phone.
Monkey: Mom, oh, mom, please, please, please can I get a puppy?!?
Monkey: Please, mommy, please, please, I really, really, really, really want a puppy! I promise I'll take care of it!
Monkey: But why? Sweetness has her own dog, I want my own dog, please, mommy, they're so cute!
Monkey: I promise I'll do everything, mommy, oh, please, please, please, please, please, pretty pretty please with a cherry on top?!? They're so cute, I have to have my own puppy!!! Please, please, please (etc.)
Me: Monkey, a dog is a lot of work. You're about to go back to school and you're going to be very busy, and you're not going to have time to take care of a dog. And it's not all cute and fun, you have to clean up their pee and poop and puke, and you have to train them to behave otherwise they are unpleasant to be around. So, no, you may not have a dog.
Monkey: Can I get a kitty instead?