I have a dog named Dorothy Parker.
She's biting, I tell you.
And a pushover.
It's a vicious circle.
I'd like another dog soon.
Preferably, a mutt.
With a wire haired snout.
And I'd like to call him Bill Murray.
I'd also like a cat.
One that's scrappy.
Who falsely believes itself to be from Persian decent.
And I'd like to call him Cat Stevens.
Lastly, I'd like a horse.
An emaciated one that we rescue from a camp and can fatten up.
One with wild hair and desperate eyes.
And I'd like to name her Gilda Radner.
That should do it.
Until we own a thousand acre ranch...