Every once in a while I have a “Lucy” moment. Z. has a father and son hunter team and both go by the name of Hugh. This was conflicting, especially when both were there together talking to you. So, Z. renamed them Hugh 1 and Hugh 2. This has worked for more than five years until last weekend.
The phone rang and I answered.
“Jane, Hugh 1.”
And my reply was, “I have no idea.”
No joke intended in my reply, but when I found out that it was Hugh 1 and not someone calling to see if the Punchers won. I was red faced, but then Hugh 1 didn’t see my red face and thought it funny. It’s just moments like this that we really feel humble and STUPID!
No, my Hugh 1 didn’t win last week. I was disappointed, but hopeful that all doesn’t go to the dogs. However, I treat my dogs really good, so if the world goes to the dogs, I hope that Big’N, Natcha, Earl, Cousin Louie and Lady Pearl give me a handout and are good to me. Too, speaking of Dogs, if you haven’t seen “Beverly Hills Chihuahua” please do. Cute, Clean and refreshing. Just don’t know how they got the dogs to talk!
P.S. Only 36 more days till Christmas. Best pick your plastic poinsettias soon!