My parents just got a new dog from a sheltie rescue place. He’s a little bizarre, he only walks in clockwise circles and he’s scared of almost everything. He came to us named Lucky, which my parents say they would never have picked. Although after my grandfather called his dog Kitty Kitty Kitty, and my mom called the turtle Dylan after a Janis Joplin song, I think my entire family should be banned from naming pets.
Anyway, when my folks had their Christmannukah-New Years party, one of my mom’s friends was petting the new dog and asked her, “So when did you get Lucky?”
My mom laughed and said “Last night!”
So I did what every mature adult daughter would do — I covered my ears and shouted “La la la la la! I can’t hear you!”
But thanks for not calling me Moon Unit, Mom.
