Tonight, DQ was asking BD what kind of cat ours was. He asked what she meant and she said, "you know, like our dog Quincy was a bagel". Yes folks, I guess our dog was an edible pastry. Darn, if only I had known!
Really though, he was a Beagle. A super pain in the hiney Beagle, but a Beagle just the same. I am sure he is up in heaving getting into God's trashcan on an hourly basis!