First there was Molly Bloom.
She was cute and well behaved and working through the incontinence. But one day...

She jumped on my bed and said:

"Psssssst"
"Molllllllllyyyyy I'm sleeping. Go back to bed"
"Ok Ok but I have to tell you something, I had a terrible dream"
"Ok, what?"
"I dreamed I was alone."
"Well, we're all alone dude."
"Don't call me dude. No, I mean really alone. What if I didn't have Hershey to play with? And I get so SAD when I leave the Ranch! And you know when you stop talking to COI then I don't get to play with Blaze annnnnnd we NEVER see GOB and Jasper and and and..."
"What about TJ?"
"TJ? THE MENTALLY HANDICAPPED SHEPARD AT THE PARK? Good grief, he should wear a helmet."
"That's not nice. He was overbred."
"We eat the dogs like that you know. Ok LISTEN."
"Stop yelling"
"I want a little brother"
"Good god NO! You're FINE"
"PLLLLLLLLLEEEAAASE I'll be really good with him and love him and play with him and you know if you have one dog what's the difference with two? HUH? Come on..."
"Ask GOB what she thinks"
"Ok"

Type type type type type...AIM BLEEEEEEMP sound...

"GOB said yes she thinks I need a little brother and SHE KNOWS BECAUSE SHE HAS KIDS"
"I'll think about it"
"And I want to name him Johnny Cash. We can call him Cash."
"No. Then he'll develop a drug habit, and wave his little middle paw at me, plus Molly Bloom would never ever ever hang around someone like Johnny Cash"
"Seriously. I insist. I don't want him if I don't get to name him."

I'm a sucker for puppy rationalization. Dammit.

They are HAPPY...Look at the little smiling Molly face...




Then SLEEPY...