Plumpy Dog = Dinner?
(Discussing various places for our pet to spend the night while we are out of town. And mentioning my sister’s dog Beckham in the convo.)
J: Petsmart can’t be all that bad. Beckham stays there.
J: Beck Ham. NOM NOM NOM.
Me: /facepalm lol. I’m going to tell Deidre that you are trying to eat her dog.
J: I wouldn’t say that to D. But I would eat him. He’s all plumpy.