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:: ...What a face!... ::
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Duchess and my father, June or July of 1988. She had a mug on her
like you wouldn't believe, and it got us into all kinds of trouble! We
were living in Regina, Saskatchewan, and drove out to Pense to get her. My
dad, for whom Duchess was a Father's Day gift, had dreamed of a Newf named
Duchess for as long as we could remember. On the ride home from Topmast
Kennels, my mom explained what a registered name was, and that she would need
one, but they couldn't think of one that sounded good. I immediately piped
up that a Duchess needs a region to preside over, so why not "Duchess of
Pense"? It took. Unfortunately, the name was spelled wrong on the forms and
so my mortified self had to constantly explain what "Duches of Pense" meant.
The worst part of it was that people pronounced it "Douches". I was 13.
I don't think I need to elaborate on the redness of my face! :o)
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