Shellie: We should name our next dog Mutt.
Gabe: Our next dog?
Hans: Ya sometimes Dr. Remington or Winchester get to my dogs. (my dogs got into the chickens a lot when we were kids, hence their common early demise due to a firearm)
Gabe: (after a minute of contemplation) What do they do?
Hans: They are really bad dog doctors.
Gabe: (again after a minute of contemplation) Where do they live?
Shellie: (now chuckling) In the closet.
Gabe gave up on questions after this. I hope it doesn't click in the future. I promise I won't shoot Shellie's dog. I got rid of the chickens so that isn't going to be a issue.
4 comments:
Why did you have to post that??? Your poor dogs...and poor Gabe thinking that your dog is going to go to the Dr. You better hope he doesn't find out what you mean!!!
heehee! I think you guys should be owners of millions of dogs and own your own dog farm! HA! HOw are you feeling Shell? Miss you guys!!
Don't you love kids inquisitive minds? Wait till they start to figure it all out. I think we're getting there with David. Tell Shell I say hi and hope everything is going well in Delta!
Hey, I was traumatized when I found out how many dogs you've gone through, Hans! You've married a Downs gal, we need to always have at least one dog around!
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