As you can tell, Allie named the lil squirts (pun intended). She claims their personalities match their names. So far, I have yet to see any of them exhibit much more personality than "Hey, where's the milk bag?" and "OK, I'm all full. Time for a nap." But what do I know?
Anyway, they got names. And I am still resolved that none will be staying. So yez can all just shaddup about that. Ain't gonna happen.
Allison: So, you know how you see something and think you remember it, but later it turns out you didn't remember it well at all ...?
Me: (warily) Yeah ...?
Allison: So, the five puppies ...? Not so much five. Eight. But ohhhh ... so cute ...
Me: But ... eight.
Allison: But cute.
Me: But eight.
Allison: What, you were gonna say "Yes" to five, but "No" to eight?
Me: Well ...
Allison: Alright, then. But look ...
Me: It's a Pound Puppy. You know? Like the ones we gave you when you were kids.
Allison: No, like the real Pound Puppies. The ones you gave us were raggedy-ass knockoffs.
Me: Still. OK, what's the story on the mom?
Allison: Some assholes took her in to be euthanized because they " ... just didn't have time for a dog". The vet said "She's five weeks pregnant. I'm not euthanizing this animal." So they just walked away. How could you walk away from her? Look at her:
Me: So ... what now?
Allison: So, they grow. And you decide which of them is the cutest of the bunch and ...
Me: Don't even think it.
Allison: What am I, new? But hey, you want to fool yourself, go ahead. Anyway, I have to go out now. So ... good luck with them ...