So, funny story.
Whenever we get a delivery, I got into the habit of luring the pups into the bedroom and closing the door to avoid the poor deliveryperson dealing with the bark fest.
For the longest time, this required treats (which, incidentally is another word that shall not be spoken at Casa de Wellman). Now, though, as soon as I say lockup, they fly down the hall, excited for their impending incarceration.
Tonight, we were watching Letterkenny, and I said something stupid.
Me- Looks like Squirrely Dan is finally getting a hookup.
Bree- perks, bounces off my lap and stares at me expectantly
Me and Rick–uh… Whut?
Me- what did I say? Hook up?
Bree, Zoe, and Jaina- ecstatic barks and borks and squeaks
Me- oh God.
Rick- What?
Me- they think I’m saying lockup
Bree, Zoe, and Jaina- even more racket, now accompanied by tippy taps and jumping
Rick- helpless laughter
Me- so I guess I will like.. Lock them up now? Cause they expect it?
So I am writing this with my goofy pups locked up cause Squirrely Dan might get a hook up.
Pitter Patter.
Curiouser and Curiouser 