I heard Mom talking to Dad on Friday about getting two more dogs. I told Fuzz. We were very excited. We were wondering when they were coming, whether they would be big or small, male or female, and on went our questions. Next thing we know, Mom opens the back door and calls us to look at our new dogs. We ran over to the white dogs that looked a little like us. Ugh. They were made of concrete. Bummer. Mom said that we could each name one. Great. How about Con and Crete?