"Woman," my husband said. "I know what I'm getting you for Christmas."
This ought to be good, I thought. "What am I getting for Christmas?"
"A dog named Sherry."
"What?" I couldn't believe it. Wasn't one dog enough?
"Yep. It'll be another German Shepherd. And she'll do everything you don't. She'll come when she's called. She'll sit. She'll heel. She'll fetch."
I gave him one of my looks. "Yeah, and she'll lick your nose after she's licked her bottom."
Can you believe it? A dog named Sherry. I'll rank this one along with the toilet I got for Mother's Day. He sure knows how to pick presents!