27 nov 07
One of Shaun‘s and my favorite topics of conversation is the dog we’re going to have someday, probably later rather than sooner. Shaun wants an English Springer Spaniel named Rosencrantz, preceding our other three dogs named after characters from Shakespeare plays. In fact, one time I (jokingly) suggested some alternate names, and Shaun replied that he wasn’t familiar with the play those names came from.
We’ve had to talk about expectations and schools of doggie thought, for example, hair shedding with long hair vs short hair, what breeds would be best for certain lifestyles, and how we both agree it’s horrible to dress your dog up in clothes. Tonight we decorated my tree, and I was reminded of how my parents always make fun of the people who sign their dog’s name/send pictures of their dog with their Christmas cards. I decided to get Shaun’s opinion on this practice, and he answered with an emphatic “No.” Then he paused and added, “What you do is get a little ink pad, and then with the paw…”
Kelvin / 28 nov 2007 / 10:55 a.m.
sweet mother mercy, you’ve broken my Shaun.