My dearest daughter loves dogs. She is, nonetheless, deathly afraid of them. Even the yip of the neighbor's chihuahua sends her running for the house. She wants a dog ... just not if it's going to, you know, "mess" with her. Ahh, the joys of youthful innocence.
So, when the CEO of my company mentioned that the concrete bulldog hanging out in the mailroom could be had for simply the price of carrying it out the door, I jumped. This is a "dog" that won't "mess" with my daughter.
She's happy! It guards the door to her room! I'm sure it'll have a name of its own soon.
But I got to wondering ... just WHO comes up with the idea to actually build and sell a concrete bulldog in Middle Tennessee? Perhaps in Georgia for the UGA fans, but in TN? "Dude ... we just gotta get a bulldog mold!
And who BUYS concrete bulldogs? Let's observe the fact that his bulldog was the "invitation" to come to an event put on by a company with "Bulldog" in their name. I guess that makes (a little?) sense. It's certainly provokes thought - yeah, that's it. But, and again let's ignore the random UGA fan, who BUYS such a thing that it would command need to create a mold? I'm simply at a loss.
For now, though, my daughter's a happy camper. Her room is guarded by a concrete bulldog and a 3-ft tall Nutcracker the like of which was all the rage this last Christmas.
Just who thought up the Nutcracker idea...??
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