I came home from a jam-packed weekend to my husband, my three children, my dog and… a new puppy. Welcome fucking home.
I’m not too thrilled about the newest member of our family, but Jeff has wanted a puppy for years and I was sick of fighting him. He wore me down and in my sleep deprived state I didn’t forbid him.
So. We have a puppy and I get the privilege of naming the 4 month old creature. Lucky me.
Anyone want to help? All I can come up with is Damn Dog and the kids are having trouble pronouncing it.