I don't even know what DG was watching on TV to spurn this story out of him. He was sitting on the sofa with Luna in his lap. She was facing him with that sad face that she does when she hasn't been petted for forty minutes of every hour. And DG started talking to her.
Oh, that's right... he was watching some movie and I'd just come in with the dogs (we don't have a fenced yard, so a human goes outside with the dogs). She jumped into his lap and being that it was about 19 degrees Fahrenheit, she was cold. Where I use the ellipsis (...), that's where DG paused to let Luna reply. Except that she never does.
DG: "Aww, you're so cold! We should get you a poncho... we should... because you don't like wearing a sweater. A poncho would keep you warm... like a sweater, but its like a cape. You'd like that, wouldn't you? ... Wearing a cape. Yes, you would. You could be like Wonder Woman. She has that thing... its gold. HEY! Dear, what's that thing Wonder Woman has?"
Me: "A corset?"
DG: "Its gold."
Me: "Her lasso?"
DG: "That's right. Her lasso. You could [makes swishy noises] and make people tell the truth... yes you could."
I stopped listening for a few minutes and then I heard him say something about having golden hair.
Me: "Wonder Woman didn't have golden hair. Lynda Carter didn't have golden hair."
DG: "DETAILS! We don't need your details!"
Moments later, he said, "Wonder Twins power... ACTIVATE! Form of... CHIHUAHUA!"
Me: "Why is she taking on a form of something she already is?"
DG: "She's my partner! [baby-talk] Do you wanna be my partner?... My little partner?... Partners in CRIME!"
Me: "Don't you mean 'Partners in Crime Fighting'?"
DG: "No. We could be evil! EEEEVILE!... Are we e-VILE? We could defend the German Shepherd. Because he needs help."
Me: "I think Gypsy can handle HERself."
DG: "You're small, but you have a MIGHTY... rawr!"
He completely ignored me, of course, going on about how Luna and he had crime to create and something from the movie "Beverly Hills Chihuahua" ("small but mighty").
Also today, we hooked up our old computer to the old monitor. A few weeks ago, ol' Delly up and died. Well, he didn't actually DIE, but he stopped connecting to the Internet. The amount of money it would take to get it fixed, only to have it needing a fix again in a few months, my parents smiled upon us and bought me a new computer tower. (my monitor, keyboard, and mouse are fairly new). Anyway, we decided to hook up the old computer to its old monitor, delete a bunch of stuff on in and reinstall his NASCAR games. He can't work in the shop in the coldest part of Winter because of his paralyzed side. So, he needs something to pass the time.
It worked. And here are some photos...
At the start of the endeavor, he found some 3-D glasses.
And we have success. (that's a really, really old keyboard)