When I was in the fifth grade, my dad and I talked about getting a dog.
I don't remember the actual conversation, but I do remember us being at Mark and Monica's (a pizza joint where he would eat a sandwich and drink a beer, and I would eat a personal pizza and drink a root beer (because it had 'beer' in it, and I wanted to be like my dad)) coming up with a few basic guidelines. a) the dog should, obviously (due to my love for all things golden) be a Golden Retriever and b) the dog's name would be Spirit. (My recommendation, based off a She-Ra's horse. Because I was/am awesome.)
