So, this week my husband had been up to shenanagins. He was being secretive, and torturing me with his secretness. When he is being secret-y, it can only be good for me. He is the King of Good Secrets. He should have his own (Secret) Castle.
I filled my twitter stream with musings and ponderings and pleas for ideas about what he could be up to:
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Then he left, sent me cryptic text messages, and came back carrying this:
And then I tweeted this:
An 8 week old Heinz 57- a bona fide precious mutt.
After many name suggestions, inluding but not limited to: Maggie, Saturn (a brilliant proposal from The Boy... you know... Pluto, Mickey Mouse's dog.... Pluto's a planet.... Saturn's a planet... Like I said, brilliant.), and Mousey Dog (from The Girl), Jeremy decided that since all of our original children have B names, the pup should be a B too.
We quickly nixed Bertha.
I loved Bonnie, as in Bonnie Blue Butler, as in Scarlett and Rhett's daughter, until my mother-in-law reminded me that Bonnie Blue fell off a horse and died.
We thought we'd settled on Betsy, but we have a friend named Betsy, and were afraid she might've been offended if we named our dog after her.
So... evenutally... we introduced Miss Beatrice Magnolia B. to the world.
The kids (and I, despite my protesting) fell in love with her immediately.