I just made that number up. I have no idea how many times I've taken this long of a break. There have been some small updates, in the Facebook group- but other than that, not many long conversations. At least, nothing I'd consider long enough for a blog post.
But that brings us to today.
We have dogs. You all know that. We have a lot of dogs. Five Chihuahuas and a German Shepherd. So, technically, we have three dogs, tops. And, in order of them joining our family, we have: Gypsy (German Shepherd), Luna (Taco Bell Chi), Jasper (Teacup chi), Bruno (result of Luna and Jasper), Gregg (The girl dog with a boy name) and Beefy (the chi who went to someone else and then had to come back).
I put a lot of thought into their names- except Gregg and Beefy. I had no hand in naming them. Beefy's name was Tempest for a bit, but Beefy is the name that stuck. And I'd rather call her Houdini, because she's an escape artist.
But I digress.
Today, while we were eating dinner, The Disabled Guy motioned to Jasper and Luna, sleeping on the floor, near him. "You better watch it, I'll sic my beasts on you."
Me: "Beasts? Really? Beasts?"
He nodded toward Gregg, who was burrowed under the blankets on the sofa. "I got one over here, too. I call her The Sleeper."
Me: "The Sleeper?"
DG: "Yeah. And that's The Mouth."
I pointed out another: "What about that one?"
DG: "That one? That's the Bouncer." I pointed at another and he said: "That's the Squiggler." And the last one: "That's the Instigator."
So, I now introduce you to the apparent Canine Mafia that lives in our house.
Gregg, aka: The Sleeper.
Jasper, aka: The Mouth.
Bruno, aka: The Bouncer.
Luna, aka: The Squiggler.
Beefy Houdini, aka: The Instigator.
And last, but not least, Gypsy, aka: The Ears.
EDITED TO ADD:
DG just said: "Gypsy is the Boss. She tells everyone what to do. And Jasper, The Mouth, he always gets into arguments. You know that's true. Never shuts up."
Me: "What about The Bouncer? What's he do? And The Squiggler, what's her thing? The Sleeper?"
After a pause he relied: "I don't know, but when you wake up with a horse's head in bed, you'll know the Mafia was there."