Apparently hell hath frozen over. The O’Bryant’s are officially dog owners. The girls don’t know it yet because we are at the beach and Zeb is home with our new little friend. But they are going to FREAK their freak when they find out. Aubrey has been begging for a dog since she could talk. She used to pray every night and say, “And thank you God for my dog.” Sigh.
SO we have a dog. A black lab/retriever mix. Zeb and I are having a text war trying to decide what to name him.
My first choice is Dixie. Zeb says boys names shouldn’t end in an ‘ie.’ <insert eyeroll>
Me: I could live with Tater I guess.
Him: Cash. As in Johnny.
Me: No likey. What about James Earl Jones?
Him: That is pitiful. What are you going to call him?
Me: James Earl Jones. Duh.
Him: When you call him in the yard, you’re going to yell JAMES EARL JONES!?
Him: That’s pitiful.
Yes: It’s awesome.
Him: Darth Vader.
Him: I like Dan.
Me: DAN? WTH?
Him: Or Catfish.
I need your thoughts people. Help us name this dog! And please, no boy names that end in ‘ie.’ For the love.