Last night Fluffy Bear and I were out with Everywhereventually. his Polar Bear, and Dolly, our dear friend.
We were discussing Puppy Dogand how EE and PB, not able to have pets where they live, were enjoying hanging out with a dog. Dolly replied that she had nothing against dogs, per se, just that she preferred 23 year old base players who could, like dogs, be trained - to buy, uncork, pour and bring her Chardonnay.
Much hilarity ensued.
You may remember that I told you Dolly is very pretty, and she ain't kidding about hot base players. Us Old Marrieds need friends like her that we can live vicariously through, now and again.
Anyway... I digress.
EE then told the story of how Puppy Dog kept testing the two doors to the guest room and, finally, found a way inside.
"And so," he said, rounding off his story, "I started off my day with panting in my face and a big fat wet lick!"
"And so let me return to my preferences for 23 year old base players," laughed Dolly, "because starting your morning that way can be a totally different experience."