You know what's interesting, I'm pretty good at standing up for myself to most people. I won't take criticism without a fight and rarely back down from confrontation. Except where it concerns my own parent. On the other hand though, I don't know many children, regardless of their age or advanced maturity who aren't affected at least in some part by their parent's opinion. It's even more interesting to watch the cycle as it repeats completely without knowledge of all parties. I can see the cycle, my mother, cannot and would be completely mortified and antagonistically/aggressively deny any such associations with her own mother. I know, because in the past if I've pointed out similarities to her, she vehemently and viciously denies to the point of anger that she has anything in common with her own parent.

I am an animal lover, I have been since childhood. I was restrained by parentage while young, less so by marriage, though still somewhat restrained. I have a brain and common sense, I'm not an idiot. David offered me a choice of holiday gift: an Ipad or a puppy. The puppies are purebred (non-papered) Labradors. The Ipad, in my opinion, is too much of a gift, I don't want it. Not when I can barely give a decent holiday to my children. We have bills that should take priority also. The puppy is a much more reasonably priced gift, though the long lifespan and accumulated upkeep costs of years would certainly far outweigh that of the ipad's single expense. Not to mention the training involved: housebreaking, basic obedience, and harness. Then there's the inevitable shedding and potential bad habits (chewing, barking, jumping up on people/furniture), and the fleas that we have mostly been able to avoid. However, it's the first time in our entire relationship that he has offered me an animal as a gift. So I choose to cherish this rare moment.

I made the mistake of mentioning my dilemma to my mother. I hadn't mentioned it to anyone else as I was torn between wanting the pup and my more practical side telling me to not accept, that it was not the right time. The moment I let it be known to my mother that he was offering me a puppy, her comment was "you don't need another mouth to feed." Thank you very much, however, the number of mouths in this household to be fed are none of your business. I was merely sharing my conundrum, not requesting her opinions on the matter. Whether or not she's right is completely beside the point.