A commercial airplane is in flight to Chicago, when a blonde woman sitting in economy gets up and moves to an open seat in the first class section. A flight attendant watches her do this, and politely informs the woman that she must return to her seat in the economy class because that’s the type of ticket she paid for.
The blonde woman replies, “I’m blonde, I’m beautiful, I’m going to Chicago and I’m staying right here.”
After repeated attempts and no success convicing the woman to return to economy, the flight attendant goes into the cockpit and informs the pilot and co-pilot that there’s a blonde bimbo sitting in first class who refuses to go back to her proper seat.
The co-pilot goes back to the woman and explains why she needs to move, but once again the woman replies by saying, “I’m blonde, I’m beautiful, I’m going to Chicago and I’m staying right here.”
The co-pilot returns to the cockpit and suggests that perhaps they should have the arrival gate call the police and have the woman arrested when they land. The pilot says, “You say she’s blonde? I’ll handle this. I’m married to a blonde. I speak blonde.” He kneels down next to the woman and whispers quietly in her ear, and she says, “Oh, I’m sorry,” then quickly moves back to her seat in economy class.
The flight attendant and co-pilot are amazed and ask him what he said to get her to move back to economy without causing any fuss.
“I told her first class isn’t going to Chicago.”
His name is Cooper. He's a redbone coonhound mix, and he's about 5 months old. And this is the best picture since he always gets distracted by the wrist strap and lens cap of my camera whenever I try to get a picture of him.
He likes chewing on things and doesn't discriminate. Anything will do. Clothes, my hair, my jewelry, feet, remotes. But his favorite is shoes (GASP! Closet door WILL be CLOSED all the time now). In particular shoe laces.
Right now he's all legs. And it's hilarious to watch him run as he reminds me of a gangly teenager that looks uncomfortable in his body.
He likes to stare at himself in the full-length mirror in our bedroom and try to bite his reflection and bark at himself. It's really quite cute and adorable. But who am I kidding. Just about anything this dog does is cute and adorable. Especially when he gives me the puppy eyes look. Which he is VERY good at.
I knew we had to get him when DBF refused to give him up at the shelter. And speaking of DBF, I guess I should really start calling him DF now.
That's right! DBF asked THE question. You know. The one that begins with Will and ends with Me and has You Marry in the middle. And the only response I could think to give him was naturally and quite rightly YES!
Damn, he did a perfect job with the ring.
(Please excuse the faces. We drank a lot LOT of beer that night.)
