It was on the way to the Veterinarian right after finding him so ill that I realized he had no name... So I racked my stressed out brain during the 6 mile trip. Nothing was floating head on into my frontal lobe or any lobe so I did the next best thing and stole my best friends cats name. "Bob." I mean why not Carl, or George?
You see, my little 7 pound other rescue is a dog named Sue....no, no....a dog named "Gracie Allen." I love to laugh and make funnies therefore appropriate. So why in the name of floating names wasn't that one in the air around my space? Why didn't I catch it? Not only didn't I catch it, unless I did and forgot, which happens more then not lately...why didn't I catch it until today. THREE YEARS LATER. God I'm slowin' up in the area of quick.
Point: Bob shudda been "George Burns" to go with my "Gracie Allen" forever... Imagine me calling them for breakfast....
Bob and Gracie Allen with me and Karli the Granddaughter
