When she came back on the line, we had a complicated debate about the efficacy of Frontline Plus v. Advantage II (my online research was meaningless since Tiff was the Oracle of Ortho - The One True Cure); the need for bathing a canine-flea-host (she said I shouldn't because it could splash up and wash off the Advantage II, no matter how careful I was); and other practical matters involving carpet, upholstery, and innocent mammalian bystanders. Said debate was quite complicated. For me, at least. Tiff (Britt?) had a nice little script and she delivered it with confidence. I exercised considerable restraint by not telling her to audition for community theatre, because she had a knack for method acting.
Long story short: I think I want Linus, but it is much easier with just one dog. And The D says he doesn't miss Bubba, but I have a feeling he enjoyed the challenge. Furthermore, Lucy seems lonely. Kinda like a younger sister whose big brother is away at summer camp. Even though she loves the undivided attention from her parents, she's at loose ends without the challenge of competing for their affections.
Well, I think I'll get busy and do something productive. I'm just getting home from spending all morning with my latest, nonsensical, misadventure. But that's another post.
Over and out...