Who to keep? Brother Todd or Geoff himself in girl dog body

Harry or Wild Thing or both?  How eccentric are we?

At the bar last night, waiting for the hunters to arrive, Geoff and I got truthful about the puppies.  

"Ok,"  I said, "Harry is everybody's favorite except yours (and Hayley's, but I didn't mention that).  So we should just keep Harry.  What do you think, Honey?"

"Well, I can see that, and then again I can't."  (or something like that)

"I've just never felt close to Wild Thing, like I do Harry." (me)

(Geoff) "That's because she's like me and Hayley."

(Hmmm?)

"You know how we are. " (meaning, he's not the huggy type)

public clarification here:  I do feel close to Geoff and Hayley, this is Geoff's dreamlike interpretation, and remember where we are at the moment.

As an aside, getting out of the fascinating development in bar conversation, I will brief you on the Ridder family history.  Geoff was the wild one, who was always out with friends, getting into trouble, and whose teenage horoscope was consistently the same:  Play today, for tomorrow you'll be sent to the penitentiary.

He had 4 brothers and 1 sister.  They were not like him.  Thus, Geoff has always felt different.  Brother Todd grew up to be Brother Todd in the Catholic sense.  He was always Rose's favorite (according to Geoff, again).  Yesterday morning we had this flashing insight:  Harry is Brother Todd, reincarnated.  Todd passed away way too early in life, and has been much missed through the years.  He loved to cook, loved people, loved to eat, and was just a joyous guy.  He taught music at the University of Dayton as part of the Marianist community there.

So, back to the bar, yea, sure, everybody likes Harry better.  They always liked Todd too.

On the other hand, McKenzie and I were off having a gay day shopping at Cherry Creek earlier in the day.  When we came home there were dirty dishes, pans, and cracker boxes in the kitchen.  The papers by the front door were piled with poop and pee, and the babies came running over madly and Harry was so happy he bit my lip.  Mommy's home!  

Mommy said to Daddy,  "There's poop by the door here."  

Daddy (watching the news and having a beer by the roaring fire) said, "Yea, I cleaned up three piles already."

Andy enters.  "Geez, those puppies pooped all over the place.  I had to clean up three piles."

Mommy, dressed in her long tartan skirt and textured hose, daintily mashes the papers together so the pee won't drip, and carries it to the garbage on the breezeway.

Which is why the bar conversation last night ended with, "Maybe we should just sell them both.  They're an awful lot of trouble."

(Geoff)  "Yea, I can see that, and then again I can't."  

And then the hunters arrive to drink iced tea, while Geoff and I proceed to become embarrassingly inebriated, and I drive home exclaiming, "Goodness, it's eleven o'clock!"  Only to discover it's 9:15 when we walk into the kitchen.  

Any wonder we're in a muddle?