Conversation sans puppy (While heading to pick up the Italian greyhound puppy we bought for my in-laws for Christmas):
Fiddle-dee-dee: "I really feel like we're adults now....I mean, we want to keep the puppy, but we know we don't have room for three dogs."
Fee-Fie-Foe-Fum (wordly chuckling): That's your definition of adult...(pause...more derisive chuckling ensues)...that's like saying "Congratulations, you're an adult, you moved out of the way of a speeding Semi.""
Conversation Anno Canis (After I have been up all night with the puppy, given the puppy a bath, kept her from eating electrical wires, and fed her breakfast, all while Foe-Fum tried his best to distract her with his loose shoelaces):
Fee-Fie-Foe-Fum (snuggling the puppy to his face while proclaiming himself to be "Daddy"): "We should keep her...we don't have to tell my parents we got her for them."
(I shoot him the Look of Death)
Fee-Fie-Foe-Fum: "Well, she's not the same size as a Semi!"
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