Chick magnet is what my son calls my two. When Gizmo was a puppy I had him in the bank with me one day. When all the girls (tellers) saw him they stopped what they were doing, came from behind the counter, wanted to hold him, passed him around, gave him kisses, and I almost never got him back. There was a young good-looking man standing behind me being very patient. When everyone got back to work he punched me on the shoulder and said "where can I get one of those." Everyone cracked up. |