Hazzard

Paul's cousin Rob was up on Sunday along with his lovely partner Amy and his young'un, Hannah. I called up brother Enos the night before, knowing he'd like to drop by to see them too. We had a great visit, catching up on life and taking a run or two down the toboggan hill. It had warmed up to a lovely -15 by that point so, naturally, it made sense to be outside rather than in front of the warm cozy fire. The kids lasted outside longer than the so-called adults.

At some point during our visit, we got on the topic of dogs. And names. Rob and Amy are looking to add a dog to their family. We got talking about names like, well, Cooter and how, in keeping with the theme, Rosie should be called Daisy.

(Warning: If you know nothing about the Dukes of Hazzard you might want to jump ship here. You may want to bail even if you do know about the Dukes. I would understand completely.)

We asked Enos if he was thinking about getting another dog. He's undecided just yet but it was suggested that, if he does get one, he name it Roscoe P. Coltrane. Enos thought that was a good name. Especially when letting him out to go to the washroom. "Roscoe! Pee."

Oh, we laughed. I've said it before - we don't get out enough.

Robert's pretty much decided on the name Uncle Jesse. Seriously. He pictures taking his new pet out for a walk and someone coming up to him and asking the dog's name.

"Uncle Jesse," he will respond.

"Oh, he's a nice looking dog."

"She," Rob will say.

I know. I know. I'm shaking my head too. (He's Paul's cousin, remember.)

I'll be sure to get pictures when Enos builds the dog house! In cop car white. With a siren on top.

*sings*

Just good ol' boys,
       Wouldn't change if they could,
             Fightin' the system like a true modern day Robin Hood.