Dad: "How's the little man doing?"
Me: "Oh he's good. He had a playdate last night with his friend Wilbur. He's a goldendoodle."
Dad: "Oh yeah, I think I've seen a few of those at the dog park recently when I take Parker. Tall? Lots of fur? What are they called again?"
Me: "Goldendoodles. Cross between a golden retriever and a poodle."
Dad: "Oh ponkadoodle."
Me: "No, GOLDENdoodle."
Dad: "Yeah, ponkadoodle."
Me: "Okay, yeah, sure. Ponkadoodle."
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Parker the pug aka "monster" entered my life in Oct 2008 and since then it has never been the same. He enjoys burrowing his head in pillows (only the ones you like), playing referee at the dog park, eating mulch, following me everywhere, solving world hunger and telling no one (not even me), and dogs named Maude.
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