Allie Gator gets bequeathed
Allie is a really, really good dog. I know that. I love her endlessly. She's got the best ears in the entire world. Her belly was made for rubbing. And napping is her favorite pass time. Who could ask for more, right?
Apparently no one.
For the third time, someone asked me tonight--in all seriousness--if I would leave her to them in my will.
My best friend was first. And it was one time when I was actually talking about making a will. She said if she had to live without me, Allie would be a very consoling presence.
My dad's best friend said that if she promised not to steal Allie from me, would I put her in my will to get her.
And tonight at the bar Jim confessed to me his undying love for...my dog. And said that it would mean the world to him if I left her to him should anything happen to me.
So who gets her, huh? Should the unfortunate happen.
I'm not telling.