A few years back, I made a deal with Omegadotter that if she did well enough at the Alaska State Gymnastics Competition, she could pick out our new dog. This was a questionable decision as a parent... during the competition it was clear that she had the dog on her mind more than sticking it on the vault. Still, she did great at the meet, and in the end, she chose a great dog.
This dog is my daughter's best friend. Sometimes a parent get's lucky. No, she didn't go on to gymnastics stardom (though she could have). Instead, she made a friendship that will live in her memory. Gymnastics medals hang on her bedroom wall, but this dog lives in her heart.
Which is better, a gold medal or a great dog?
My money's on the dog.
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