Here is a little story from our history.
When I was dating Phil he had a black, 1954 Ford which he was very proud of...and which had extemely loud, way cool pipes that I could hear coming at least four blocks away. I have no idea why he was never stopped for disturbing the peace; maybe the law liked the sound of them too.
Anyway, he had a small, stuffed bulldog that sat on the dash. It kept falling off, so I told him if he got a magnet I would sew it on the feet. This he did and, after sewing on the magnet, it stayed put quite nicely. We decide to name him George because it was Phil's first name and he has never been at all fond of it.
When we were on our honeymoon we stopped in a small town and had breakfast. There we saw a little dog that looked like a good mate for George. We named her Allene, because it was my middle name. They are still together...after all these years.
4 years ago