Land of Misfit Toys

The standard Princess bark has a tonal quality of something akin to a growl coming to a crescendo of a standard run-of-the-mill dog bark. r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-RARK. Apparently, in her history of being a family member, to being an abandoned dog at a doggy day care, to being a foster, and finally becoming "ours", some folks were turned off by those sounds. We just think it's one of her endearing qualities.

Bambi, on the other hand, well, don't look at her crooked. Don't stare. She has a yappy, little dog bark similar to every other yappy little dog bark. You know the type. Also an endearing quality. And she's ours.

Marilee and I were talking about those qualities this morning; we both agreed that no-one would ever want either of them, that they are a perfect match for us. Hell, we both looked at each other and realized we found each other when no-one wanted us, either.

Marilee, myself, Bambi, and Princess could be in a poster for a all-expense-paid trip to the Land of Misfit Toys.

Boarding on track nine...