Kevin and I have spent hours on the couch devouring boxes of Oreo cookies with big huge glasses of milk. If we don't pay attention to what we are doing, we can each eat a row of Oreo cookies in one sitting. They are scrumptious!
This blog is not about cookies, though.
This blog is about Foster Dog(z). Kevin and I picked up the sweetest little cookie...er, I mean, puppy...the other day. She is a beautiful black and white hound mix. She has funny little freckles on her legs and belly. She is absolutely precious!
It is Kev's turn to name the pup, and he thought long and hard about it. The rest of us chimed in with names..."How about Daisy? How about Ruby? How about Macy? HOW ABOUT PENELOPE?"
My husband was not swayed by our continuous name request chatter. Consistent with his steadfast personality, he was thorough and detailed in his thought process in this important decision.
The next day (after our poor little cookie remained nameless overnight), he announced the name mid-morning. He must have been hungry for a delicious snack. "Oreo," he said. And so she is "Oreo." Our sweet little Oreo.
Here is our foster baby:
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