After we Christmased it up this morning Kenny was smart, he gave me cash with instructions that I could only spend it on clothes and shoes, we piled into the car for our trip to the big city (IE a town that has Starbucks). A few blocks from Kenny's grandmother's, I spotted a marquee outside of the area pet groomer.
(Here is where I should have a picture, but I forgot to go back and take one.)
Maltesnickerdoodle (or something similar)
"What the fuck is with the designer dogs? Those idiots know they are paying $1500 for a breeder's nightmare, right? That shit is a mutt."
"Hey, Kenny, I once had part lab, part shar pei. Want to know what we called him?"
"Hell no. I paid $60 whole dollars for him at the SPCA. AND that was a Sharpador! Can you believe I got a Sharpador for $60. A steal if you ask me."
"If we mix our boxers with a cocker spaniel, do we get a cockbox?"
"You might, but I am pretty damn sure if we mix our boxers with a poodle with get a boxepoo."
"Which if you think about it, is essentially what all of those designer dogs are."
(That's pronounced box 'o poo, if it helps.)