(Fact: When my little brother was little, he liked to say either “funner” or “gooder”. Mom tried to get him to stop but then one day – and for the record, I had to Google this because I thought perhaps I was dreaming this – Dolly Parton was on Pee-Wee’s Playhouse [do you see why I thought maybe this was a dream?] and she said “goodest” and Bill was all “I TOLD you it was a word!” as only a first grader can be)
Hmm. What was I going to write about? (Fortunately, the Googling of “Dolly Parton Pee Wee Herman” took my mind off my previous post).
(Pause while I jog my memory)
(So glad I did not just Google “Dolly Parton Pee Wee” because I suspect those results are gross).
Oh, right. The lady at the groomer asked us if we wanted a third beagle. Another of her clients needs to find a new home for the dog and supposedly the dog is very sweet. I told her that I didn’t think so, but if worst came to worst, to keep us in mind.
Surprisingly, Gene was up for discussing the third dog thing. If we ever adopt a third, I would want another beagle, preferably a mix. Even more preferably a mix like Betty because she is such fun to cuddle with. (She put her head on my shoulder and fell asleep – who can resist that?). Right now is not the right time, though. I think maybe we’ll look into it after we go visit our friends in Germany. Boarding two dogs is crazy, but three is even crazier.