Okay, I really don't like poodles. I really, really, really fail entirely to like poodles. Standard poodles, fine. Toy poodles, yuck. Sorry, that's just the way it is. Curly hair, dirty brown streaks from the eyes and mouth, yippy, and just too freakin' big for their britches.
94 loves to taunt me about this. She claims she'll breed poodles when she grows up, and I told her I'll eat 'em.
So, why Macho Poodle? Simple. A nod to 94, and a great running joke. My kids mean everything to me. I want them to read my blog, and when they do, I want them to giggle.
I want you to giggle, too.
No, I don't eat poodles. Sheeeesh!
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