Operation Puppy!

(imagine the paramour may have found in his inbox when he started work today)





With the untimely demise of Napoleon, I have decided life is fleeting, transient even. Somehow this has translated into my addled brain as 'I really should get a puppy.'
It's true. Now all I have to do is convince the paramour that puppyhood is where it's at.
I have shown him endless photos of Medbh's dogs and regularly coo over dogs of all shapes and sizes when we're out and about but so far every suggestion that we get a puppy ends with the suggestion that as we ALREADY have three cats, we have reached our animal owning quota.
Hum. While it is true that our home is resplendent with felines, I feel a pup or two thrown into the mix wouldn't really make the slightest bit of difference, AS we already have three annoyingly demanding animals.
And so I have decided to start Operation Puppy. A stealth campaign of clever ruses and sneaky MI5 styled tactics, designed into tricking the paramour into believing that getting a puppy is HIS idea. Quite how I'm going to pull this off I haven't figured out just yet. Any and all suggestions welcome.
( I've already thought about drugging him, getting a puppy myself and then when he comes round pretending that he came home with it, but I'm worried he might be suspicious.)