I surprised my Phil with a puppy last week. It didn't go well. This is what happened:
Tuesday morning my instagram pal Morgan posted that she found a puppy in her neighborhood and that she needed a home. Getting a puppy for Phil for Christmas had been on my mind for some time.
So I make all the arrangements in secret. Convincing myself Phil is going to be happy and it is going to play out like a movie on Christmas morning.
Wednesday evening I arrive back home with the pup. She slept the whole way, a complete sweet heart. Kinsey made a big gold bow for her to wear and proudly I put it around her neck as we pulled in the driveway. I called Phil and told him I'm home with his Christmas present.
He replied "is it that watch I wanted?"
"No this is better than that!"
So he walks up to the car door and stops.
"NO! What the _____ were you thinking!?"
And all I can think to say is, "Merry Christmas!! You have a puppy!"
All in all, I think I knew he wouldn't respond well to me surprising him. I am yet to get him any gift he is truly happy about at first so this would be no different. Although I did hope it would be.
Twenty minutes after having the puppy in our house he started warming up to her and playing with her. I told him "sometimes its good to not be in control and just embrace the spontaneous things."
Then he named her Miley.
Then he changed his mind and named her Nova.
Plus, she can already sit, stay, drop her bone and sleep without peeing her kennel/barking all night.
What's not to love?!