When Gary ferried Mac and I to the in-laws for Thanksgiving dessert, I asked, “So, how is Tinkerbell behaving?”
“She’s a biter,” Gary said, “So far she bit Mac and Moses. She hasn’t bit Willow yet.”
“What’s Willow’s secret? Does she run? Show her belly?”
“Mom says Tinkerbell doesn’t like boy dogs because she was, as Mom says …. ” (he whispered) “Are-Ay-Pee-e-Deed.”
It took me a second. “Oh. Well, you can’t make assumptions. Maybe it was consensual.”
4 responses to “Gina asks: “How is Tinkerbell?””
Pig-Latin is easier.Unless Tinkerbell understands Pig-Latin and “aped-ray” would exacerbate the PTSD.
Friend #3 – it really concerns me how the in-laws are so hasty to accuse the Doberman of an unspeakable crime, but I bet if they were breeding wiener dogs they’d imagine a great love affair. Two dogs. They got it on. Easy. That’s how it should be. Not all this human society crap where a girl dog must be a victim in order to be pregnant. And I liked the way she spelled and said the “ed.”
Not that there is anything funny about the subject matter, but I’m laughing… I’m a terrible person. 😉
Sue – well, at least you aren’t turning your slut puppies into sexual abuse survivors.