It's raised some amusing questions.
Mopsy: "Does our Daddy have a girlfriend?" I stifled a laugh and wanted to answer, "I don't think so." But I decided not to mess with her.
And then today the conversation went something like this:
Mopsy: "Where did you find Daddy?"
Me: "I found him at a party in New York a looong time ago."
Mopsy: "And you thought he was right for the family?"
Yeah, something like that. I think she's confusing mating rituals with the dog rescuing process. Luckily, I chose a husband more wisely than I did a pooch...
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