Our girlfriends

It appears that Mr. T and I don't even have to bother with the rag top or the Harley.  We have already found girlfriends.  Well, they found us actually.  And they're FRENCH!!!!  Ooh La La.  Nous parlons Francais!

I'm making a list of things to get when we go to PetSmart this weekend - I want to look my best (maybe a new collar) and smell my best (maybe one of those fancy colognes; I wonder if they make a chicken scent, or possibly liver - I'll be irresistible!).  And I have to find a suitable gift.  Tank - we MUST discuss this so we get everything right the first time!  I know my personal favorite would be something soft and brown, with spots, tucked into a bed of (yum) leaves and then put in a nice big box with a colorful bow and a biscuit on top.  Whaddaya think????

Next on the agenda - we have to figure out how to get past the big guy who they say is their brother, but I think he's probably hired muscle.  They're so cute, they probably need protection from the papparazzi.  You're resourceful - put your thinking cap on.    I know you're supposed to be studying for your bar mitzvah - you can look really focused and studious while you work on our problem, and ACDC will think you're slaving away over your Hebrew homework.  It's a win/win for everybody!  Especially you and me.

We have to ask them if they have a friend for Bocce.  He's kind of far away and probably has a Pittsburgh accent, but we could say he's from Canada and just flies in from time to time.

Thump, thump, thump - that would be my heart fluttering....

Oh yeah - I almost forgot - Happy St. Patrick's Day from Magee!