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I wrote a few weeks ago about the power of a book jacket and this is another darn book that hooked me the same way.
I was going through a bunch of AREs (Advanced Readers Editions) when I stumbled across the cutest pic of a lab pup. Who could pass a pic of a pup? ... come on a dare you!
That week we were babysitting Molly's six month old pup of mysterious lineage while she was off on a cruise getting engaged to beautiful, sexy Greek Nick (well, what else would his name be). She didn'’t know for sure it was gonna happen, but she assumed he would ask since he invited himself on the cruise she was taking with her parents. She even went out and got "engagement shoes" (I had to go with her to get them because her out-of-town sister insisted someone gay go with her to get shoes as Molly would have selected comfortable clogs) and her fingernails nails done (a girl's gotta be prepared).
Cushlin (some Celtic name) was ours for a week. We were unsure as too how much attention Cush would need from us, but after a few hours, we realized that she wouldn't need anything from us other than filling her bowl and opening the back yard door for 1 and 2 (a whole lot of 2). Saki stepped into the mothering role as soon as Molly walked out the door. Saki slept with Cush, played with Cush, and ate her meals from the same bowl.
It was fun having two dogs in the house and watching them run from room to room and floor to floor. I told my Honey that I was having so much joy watching Saki play with Cush that we should consider getting her a little sister (he didn't shut me down, but negotiations are still ongoing). He got to choose Saki's breed (Boston) so I get to choose the next breed and I'm thinking an obscenely small black and white Chi Hua Hua. We're sticking with the black and white thing since our last dog (Lola) was a Dalmatian.
So back to the book ... it was ... okay. A quick read detailing the horrors of living with an unruly Labrador Retriever mixed with few moments of joy. I give credit to Grogan for sticking with this destructive, demented, and dopey dog. I couldn’t have done it.
By the by, Molly came to pick up Cush bearing a ring with a fairly large stone. She explained how this was the second ring placed on her finger because the first one presented was too small (ooohhh, Nick's gonna get it from me). They returned the real diamond ring for a one with a real big fake stone (sorry Nick, you really know how to choose them (the girl, that is - my girl is flashy)). Now we have a wedding to plan. Woo hoo!
That week we were babysitting Molly's six month old pup of mysterious lineage while she was off on a cruise getting engaged to beautiful, sexy Greek Nick (well, what else would his name be). She didn'’t know for sure it was gonna happen, but she assumed he would ask since he invited himself on the cruise she was taking with her parents. She even went out and got "engagement shoes" (I had to go with her to get them because her out-of-town sister insisted someone gay go with her to get shoes as Molly would have selected comfortable clogs) and her fingernails nails done (a girl's gotta be prepared).
Cushlin (some Celtic name) was ours for a week. We were unsure as too how much attention Cush would need from us, but after a few hours, we realized that she wouldn't need anything from us other than filling her bowl and opening the back yard door for 1 and 2 (a whole lot of 2). Saki stepped into the mothering role as soon as Molly walked out the door. Saki slept with Cush, played with Cush, and ate her meals from the same bowl.
It was fun having two dogs in the house and watching them run from room to room and floor to floor. I told my Honey that I was having so much joy watching Saki play with Cush that we should consider getting her a little sister (he didn't shut me down, but negotiations are still ongoing). He got to choose Saki's breed (Boston) so I get to choose the next breed and I'm thinking an obscenely small black and white Chi Hua Hua. We're sticking with the black and white thing since our last dog (Lola) was a Dalmatian.
So back to the book ... it was ... okay. A quick read detailing the horrors of living with an unruly Labrador Retriever mixed with few moments of joy. I give credit to Grogan for sticking with this destructive, demented, and dopey dog. I couldn’t have done it.
By the by, Molly came to pick up Cush bearing a ring with a fairly large stone. She explained how this was the second ring placed on her finger because the first one presented was too small (ooohhh, Nick's gonna get it from me). They returned the real diamond ring for a one with a real big fake stone (sorry Nick, you really know how to choose them (the girl, that is - my girl is flashy)). Now we have a wedding to plan. Woo hoo!
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