In a totally different way, my husband is hilarious. Last night after we had one of our heavy conversations about whether or not what we do matters, about whether we should have chosen something else to dedicate our lives to, whether we were making any progress, if it was worth it, etc. etc. etc., we decided to put the conversation on hold (as we have perpetually done for years) and go to sleep.
A little contextual note have a dog who is part Papillon that Bart loves.
So after our deep conversation, Bart sits up and begins this conversation.
“How would you like to adopt a Papillon?”
“We already have a Papillon.”
“I know, but I found this website of Papillon’s waiting to be adopted. A lot of them have special needs.”
(laughing) “What’s it called, ”AdoptUsDogs?“
”I’m serious. There’s one in Pennysvania that is hard to place because he has seizures.“
”Do they have them listed as mild, moderate or severe special needs?“
”No. But this one is really cute. He is incontinent when he seizes.“
”you crack me up. We’re not getting another dog.“
Apparently this is the dog he was talking about and there really is a special needs page. Isn’t life interesting?
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Hope you don't mind that I've made a considerable financial donation toward Pongo's future. : )
Oh, aren't you hilarious. You BETTER be kidding.
I'm starting to worry about both of y'all...
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