Noah watched, transfixed. When the commercial ended, he came over to me. "Mom, I want to go to the pound to get a dog," he said as emotion threatened to overtake him. "There's a dog that needs a home."
I wrapped my arms around my boy, who was on the verge of sobbing. I wanted to run out right then and get him a dog. My sweet tender-hearted boy!
And if it weren't for the fact that Nick pulls animals' tails--and would surely get bitten by a dog for doing so--I'd be at the pound right now with Noah.
Maybe I really should get one of those autism dogs . . .
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