She walked in and said, “The good news is that I did NOT bring home the Coon Hound…”
I grimaced, “Oh no,” as I waited for the other shoe to drop.
No, that is NOT a Coon Hound. That is a PAIR of…well…other than little, furry, potty-where-you-please, rascals…we don’t really know what they are.
“Don’t worry,” she said, “They’ll just be here for a few days.”
“Oh no,” I grimaced (do you see a pattern here?). As I recall, that is what she said about about this goof ball…
…who looks pretty at-home in my warm living room.
But the are so cute…
HAHAHA. keep them at least until I get there. as long as they don’t have names, you’re probably safe.