Butterfly this, butterfly that....
Uh-huh, let's blame the OAO [one and only] daughter, since we were mysteriously overcome in January with the sure knowledge that we must acquire a butterfly puppy. And so we did.
Having seen photos of the puppy, OAO daughter says he looks like a gizmo. I don't know what a gizmo is (and would have guessed electric can opener). Dog doesn't look like an electric can opener. Dog does look like Yoda. The afternoon he came home with us, he sat on the sofa like a little man and fell asleep."They" say his enormous ears will be erect by the time he's 3 or 4 months old. Indeed, one is now standing, a mere 3 days after he came home with us. He's lopsided.
Right before we picked up our little papillon parcel, I was on the phone with a dear friend and asked, "Can we name him Dumbo?"
"No!"
"We can't? Why not?"
"That wouldn't be nice."
"You mean people wouldn't get it, and they'd think we were demeaning him?"
"Yes. You have to give him a nice name."
I thought Dumbo was a nice name. Everyone loves Dumbo. *sigh* When I asked what she thought of Bacon, she said she thinks there's something wrong with both me and her husband, who named his little Jack Russell terrier Soda.
So the little fellow has the stately name Pierre. The butterflies in our lives aren't free, but they're lovely. Pierre has already captured our hearts and a forever place in our home. When I, CarolineNot (middle name MarthaNot), described how joyful I am that Pierre is color coordinated with the cat, Purrle, Charles shook his head and said, "Only you would think of or notice a thing like that." *harumph & more pouting*And God made the beast of the earth after his kind, and cattle after their kind, and every thing that creepeth upon the earth after his kind: and God saw that it was good. ...And Adam gave names to all cattle, and to the fowl of the air, and to every beast of the field.
Genesis 1:25; 2:20
