Last night over dinner, I said “You know what are small and cute and not yappy but still a perfect size for an apartment? Beagle puppies.”
“Nope,” said the Lad. “I don’t want to live with an animal in my home.”
Later on that night I got down on all fours and crawled around being an armadillo for awhile. Then I put on my princess pants and did a dance around the house. I really do not see how a beagle puppy could be any more disruptive than me, and he likes me just fine.