#258

Megan told me, "I had a dream that I won the lottery and got fifty puppies." Where's my book on dream interpretation? Fifty puppies is a lot. Powerball can be a half billion though, so if Megan won a jackpot, I'd think about it. We'd need a kennel, a big one, a shelter. Even after taxes, Megan would get a lot of money. I would take most of it. A payoff, for approving the fifty puppies. The shelter would be offsite from home, safe, clean, inexpensive, staffed by incredible volunteers, sweet-smelling, and it wouldn't interfere with 4th grade or, next year, 5th, and so on. I would be very specific in our contractual agreement because - this is critical - among Megan's fifty puppies would be some great hunters. Bird dogs. Hunting breeds like setters, retrievers, pointers. Golden Retrievers and German Shorthaired Pointers for sure. Maybe an English Setter. They would be expertly trained (by my hunting friends, mostly Bruce) and we'd hunt on the game preserve also funded by Megan as part of our deal. We'd shoot birds and eat pheasant every day, pheasant casserole, pheasant chili, pheasant pot pie. Pheasant in bacon grease with biscuits. Pheasant jerky. Fifty puppies. I'm a pushover.