And FH is getting a pet. Let the auditions begin!
Darlings, I need your help. The Fag Hag has decided it’s time to finally get a rough, hairy best in my bed. So, brace yourselves: I’m getting myself a little dawg.
I’ve scoured the interdolly and every coffee table World of Dogs book I can get my hands on and I have come up with two finalists. (Well, of course it’s a pedigree. I don’t want one of those mangy mongrel types you see draped all over a homeless).
Choice one is a chow chow, which, on the plus side looks like a giant teddy bear, but on the minus side has a tendency to be stubborn, aloof and snappy (remind you of anyone?) Choice two is a Maltese, which is small, white and cute and you get to tie its hair in a bow. But on the minus side it requires constant high maintenance grooming (again, remind you of anyone?)
Gennelman… not for the first time, I am in your hands.