I wish I had a dog like that...

I was on Facebook just now looking at pictures of my friend's 9 week old boxer puppy. Her name's Bella, and she makes me want a dog the way a newborn makes me want a baby. Just for a minute, then I think about the sleepless nights, the potty-training, the messes and the extra work.
I told Jonathan I was looking at pictures of Charlie's new dog. He looked at the puppy's picture and said, "I wish I had a dog like that." Dave immediately said, "First we have to get rid of two cats." This is what he always says at any mention of a new pet. (Even fish! He is very serious about this.)
Jonathan replied, "I know how to get rid of two cats." Dave and I were a little scared of how he might go about offing two cats, so we asked him how. He shrugged, and said "You just sell them. You get someone here and you give them away." Phew! I was a little concerned he was going to say something sinister, and I would have yet another thing to worry about. Everyone knows a kid who harms animals is not good.
Dave can sell anything. Not like in a used car salesman way, but he is really good at selling stuff that has been deemed worthless and throwaway by me. I think it's because he really believes that his goods are actually worth something. He once sold a nasty old mattress set that had been in our garage being shed on and clawed by our two cats for 100 bucks. I was too embarassed to even come outside when the people came to look at it. I still wonder if they just felt sorry for us and that's why they whipped out the checkbook and carted the matresses away. So Jonathan thinks we can sell our 2 old flea-ridden, squirrel-killing cats and buy a dog.
If Dave could sell Sabrina and Sprite, then I really do believe he could sell anything.