This one really isn’t as good as the one I can’t remember.

The kidlets and I visited some folks in town the other day, and for some reason, Liam was totally terrified of their dog. This was truly bizarre, because Liam generally loves dogs of all sizes … usually, the dogs need to be scared of him. But every time Liam spotted this tiny, fuzzy, friendly dog, his whole body would go rigid and he would emit a blood-curdling shriek.

Me, reporting back to the Husbandlet later: “I totally can’t understand it. Liam completely freaked out every time he saw that dog.”

The Husbandlet: “What kind was it?”

Me: “A little poodle.”

The Husbandlet: “The boy has good taste.”

Me: “It wasn’t all poodle … it was a mix of some kind. Cockapoo? Rottpoodler? Labrapoo retriever?”

The Husbandlet: “Rhodesian poodleback?”