Someone is always asking H-Mom: "Is she a ...." and filling in their own blank.
We get all kinds of speculative inquiries, and they are not too bad, but very seldom are they correct.
Some people think that Madison is a Bouvier puppy. If she is in a shaggy state, that's a very good guess. And Giant Schnauzers do have some Bouvier heritage.
Others, actually quite a few, suggest Kerry Blue, which surprises H-Mom because it is not a bad guess, but seems rather obscure.
Once in awhile, someone forgets about length-of-leg as an issue, and asks if Madison is a Scottie. That's kind of silly, but not terrible, as far as guesses.
Well, the other day, there was a handsome young man in the elevator. A very, very handsome young man. Like male model handsome. Drop into a faint, OMG-handsome. He was splendid.
H-Mom was rather impressed, actually.
The handsome one was with an older, high-maintenance woman, obviously a "cougar," and he was blatantly practicing his debonair and worldly act.
"Great dog," he said to H-Mom.
Nice voice. Low, sexy.
His cougar-date batted her eyelashes, bored.
"Now I know what that is ... don't tell me ... " he smiled. Perfect teeth. Charming smile. The hint of a dimple.
Did H-Mom write "drop-dead gorgeous" yet?
"That's a ... that's a ... I've got it ..." a look of enlightenment spread across his carved-in-stone face.
He lit up. He was male perfection.
"A basset hound, right?"
H-Mom couldn't even laugh. She didn't even crack a smile. Not a snicker left her lips. It was a singularly incredible moment.
The handsome one's cougar-date looked at him with perfected ennui, then inspected her impeccable manicure.
All H-Mom could think was, "Yes, God is fair."