Mott the Hoople
Sweet Jane
For the last 6 months my wife has been pestering to get her a dog. Told me she wanted one for Christmas. My sisters have conspired with her. My position is that we needed a dog like we need a hole in our head. Finally after about 6 months of tag team nagging I gave in and agreed to the purchase of a Miniature Pinscher (MinPin for short....there really just Rat Terriers that have the markings of Pinschers) from a friend of my sisters. That was just before Christmas. My wife was acting all excited like having a new baby and couldn't wait to pick the puppy up. I, on the other hand, have been "Bah Humbug" and have collected stew recipes in case the dog is a pain in the ass.
So last weekend we finally picked up the dog after it had been weened. My wife was sooo excited. I had narrowed down my stew recipes.
So we get the dog and guess what?
It likes me better than her!
So last weekend we finally picked up the dog after it had been weened. My wife was sooo excited. I had narrowed down my stew recipes.
So we get the dog and guess what?
It likes me better than her!