Last month we adopted a 2-year-old Saint Bernard.
His name is Butler. He’s adorable and we love him like crazy, but sometimes he does silly things. Tonight the kids and I were talking about Butler’s antics and one of them said “people might overhear this conversation and think we have the world’s weirdest butler.” I said they might be a little confused but unless we actually referred to him as “OUR BUTLER”, they probably wouldn’t assume he was a person. And then, naturally, we decided to try it out. Pretty soon we were doubled over with laughter, imagining people’s reactions when we tell people stories of “our butler”.
“Our Butler has been with us since he was two.”
“The other day when I came home, our Butler stole my shoe and ran off with it.”
“Our Butler likes to roll around in the snow outside.”
“Aw man, I just stepped in a puddle of our Butler’s drool and now my sock is all wet.”
“Our Butler sometimes drinks out of the toilet if we forget to close the lid.”
“The other day our Butler peed on Wordsworth’s leg while they were both outside.”
This could be the makings of a world-class sitcom here, folks.