pinky swear

In the third grade I went to a state fair (where I have no idea), but I was drawn to this one event “racing” potbelly pigs. I saw it in the brochure, on TV and there was a big sign for it, I am a sucker for high-quality advertising. I attended this fine function of potbelly pig racing, and fully enjoyed every moment of it. Children were called out of the audience and allowed to choose who they thought would win, and if your pig won you received a ribbon. I was chosen out of the crowd, AND my pig won! This is where my LOVE for Potbelly pigs began. I have read 100’s of books, I have “googled” it more than any other topic… I am now 26 years old and still find myself in love with potbelly pigs. Before I married my husband he made a deal with me, if there was ever a chance we could not have kids or adopt, that he would let me get a potbelly pig at age 35. Really only 9 more years until my dream may become a reality, I am hoping that kids are in the future but if not at least I get a good consolation prize!

I love all animals (ok maybe not snakes) but pretty much I love all animals. With that being said, we have a dog named Mackenzie and more recently a dog named Molly. Molly came around about 2 weeks ago but she came with a price. I am not talking about a price tag, but more of a deal breaker. I have been going to the local dog shelter for quite a few months, to look at all the dogs. Pedigree dog food is running an intense public notice campaign on TV and every time I see the commercials I cry.



I am lame I know… it tells you to “adopt a shelter dog” and like I said before, I am a sucker for high quality advertising. Molly showed up at the dog shelter 4 days before I visited, and I went there with intention of just “loving” the dogs like I had done several times before. I walked in and saw Molly and fell in love! I called my husband and of course he was not so into it. He made me sleep and pray on it and think about how our lives would be in five years, if we had kids would we be able to handle all of it. So, I slept and prayed and all answers pointed to YES! The next day I walked out of the pet shelter with Molly.

Molly price tag was this…

Husband: (after making me sleep and pray on it) “Amanda, if you get this dog then the deal about the potbelly pig at age 35 and no kids is off.”

Me: (thinking that I could probably change his mind years down the road) “yeah sure of course”

Husband: “Amanda, I am serious… pinky swear over the phone to me”

Me: (pinky swear ahhhh he is for real now!) “ok I pinky swear”

Husband: “one word about the pig and Molly goes back to the dog pound”

Me: ok….

So, molly I pinky swore over you and gave up my 20 year dream of owning a pig! I hope you are worth it…. So far week 2, she is!

-I should state in Husbands defense, he puts up with tons of my “new” ideas. I call him at least 3 times a week excited about a new business, life or house venture. He has to make me think through all my ideas or else we would have house projects, random pets and several different businesses open. It’s a fact I am just bursting with ideas that I can’t finish.