Lassie was a wanna be, Sassie was a girl and Scooby was too silly...
Ever wonder how topics of conversation get brought up? One innocent little comment and the next thing you know...HOLY HOLE IN A DOUGHNUT BATMAN! we're off on a tanget, darting here, zipping off over there. ZING! WHOOSH! Those are always the best type of conversations to have because they're zany, silly, never too serious although they may present a fact or gently prod a serious point to the surface now and then but they usually just zip along in a bouncy silly way.
fun stuff.
It was during one of these episodes of communication, that my brother in arms and a few other trusted confidants came up with the idea to identify each person in the group with the breed of dog that best exemplifies their distinct personal characteristics and traits.
And oh, how the fun began.
There we were, off on an incredibly silly conversation, laughing our asses off as we each took turns spouting off dog breeds to each other, each breed option becoming more and more ridiculous, each burst of laughter more uproarious and tear-inducing.
But as is the case, the laughter eventually subsided to the point where a somewhat calm tone took over the proceedings, and then the honest final selections were made...
Deano - Bull Mastiff (he only slobbers when his teeth are out...)
Good Sir James - Wheaton Terrier (although I fought like hell for St. Bernard)
Myself - Border Collie (I had to admit it, when I feel caged up, I get nervous and anxious and have been caught numerous times chewing on pens, lighters,
chopsticks, etc. I got caught once
chewing on a lampshade...but boy am I clever...sighhh)
Wee Faye - Papillion (they're practically the same size, and have the same hair,
Dani girl - Golden Retriever (although I don't recall excessive pot smoking being a classic trait among the Retriever breed...)
Kenny Ken - Chiuhuahua (he even sports a gringo moustache)
Scotty - Whippet (his own choice because he likes to say it out loud to the girls...sighhh)
And the best part of all this was after everything was said and agreed upon, we went back to our regular scheduled programming...minus all of that ass sniffing and licking of oneself, of course.
we got past all of that years ago...
fun stuff.
It was during one of these episodes of communication, that my brother in arms and a few other trusted confidants came up with the idea to identify each person in the group with the breed of dog that best exemplifies their distinct personal characteristics and traits.
And oh, how the fun began.
There we were, off on an incredibly silly conversation, laughing our asses off as we each took turns spouting off dog breeds to each other, each breed option becoming more and more ridiculous, each burst of laughter more uproarious and tear-inducing.
But as is the case, the laughter eventually subsided to the point where a somewhat calm tone took over the proceedings, and then the honest final selections were made...
Deano - Bull Mastiff (he only slobbers when his teeth are out...)
Good Sir James - Wheaton Terrier (although I fought like hell for St. Bernard)
Myself - Border Collie (I had to admit it, when I feel caged up, I get nervous and anxious and have been caught numerous times chewing on pens, lighters,
chopsticks, etc. I got caught once
chewing on a lampshade...but boy am I clever...sighhh)
Wee Faye - Papillion (they're practically the same size, and have the same hair,
Dani girl - Golden Retriever (although I don't recall excessive pot smoking being a classic trait among the Retriever breed...)
Kenny Ken - Chiuhuahua (he even sports a gringo moustache)
Scotty - Whippet (his own choice because he likes to say it out loud to the girls...sighhh)
And the best part of all this was after everything was said and agreed upon, we went back to our regular scheduled programming...minus all of that ass sniffing and licking of oneself, of course.
we got past all of that years ago...
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Don't forget glue sticks....
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