So, Cootie spent today watching Little House on the Prairie (with Filbert) and now she insists that I call her Half Pint and wants desperately to go fishin' with Mr. Edwards tomorrow. If I knew a Mr. Edwards (or just someone who wanted to take a dog dressed like Laura Ingalls fishing) I'd be happy to oblige.
I wonder what the two of them will watch tomorrow. I'm hoping it's not Monk. I don't think I can deal with an evening of canine OCD.