Krinklebine came home in a plastic bag inside a brown paper bag. When the lady took him out of his tank and put him in the plastic bag, I quite literally could feel him shrink and droop. Poor thing. My wise brat advised me to drive slowly so he would not be bumped around as much. Between manic fits the child does have her lucid moments.
It took months of hard bargaining before we finally got Krinklebine. The bidding opened with a wishlist for six, yes, six dogs. Two golden retrievers, one labrador, 2 chihuahuas and 1 beagle. At some point the conversation took on a fishy note. At first her ladyship wanted a male and a female who would apparently mate and reward us with a tonne of goldfish grandbabies. Heaven forbid! When I explained that this could turn into a demographical disaster, my beloved innocent said, "Mom can we have a goldfish?" Aha!
So the next question was "Mom how do you know Karlos is a male? If he was female he could have lots of babies and we could call him Junie B.Jones."
Today when she was getting ready for school, I had to tweak her tail. So I told her that the minute she was gone, I would put Carlos on a leash and take him out of the water and both of us would go for a walk. Here I leave you to envision the scrimmage that followed :-)
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