07/7/2009
So, in case you didn’t know, here is my life plan:
Purchase smooth red miniature dachshund and name her Lady Rosalind Crosland. Call her Rosie for short.
Purchase smooth red piebald miniature dachshund and name him Sir William Shakespeare Crosland. Call him Shakespeare for short.
Breed Rosie and Shakespeare, creating millions of slightly-pretentious-wannabe-British-playwright dachshund babies.
Resign myself to being crazy dachshund lady for the rest of my life. Possibly invest in trailor home, chain-link kennels, curlers, cigarettes, and moo moos.
Unfortunately, this plan came to a screeching halt tonight when I was doing some internet searching for Shakespeare and found him. There he is, above, at his home in Austin, Texas. The problem? Shakespeare has already been purchased by some idiots who have deemed to name him Tucker of all things.
I’m going to have to rethink some things.