Monday, April 22, 2013
What's in a name? My weird parents.
Hi gang, Dexter here.
Ok, so the story is simple. When mom and dad adopted me from the rescue people, my name was
Marmalade. Ok, number one. Mom, you can't go around the house singing * she met Marmalade down in old New Orleans, struttin' his stuff on the street....* Never been there, never did that. Number two. Mom you REALLY can't call me *Lady Marmalade*, really, I mean it. Number three. I'm a Ginger. You know better. Ya need something with a bit more attitude than that.
Nuthin'. For days. Buehler? Buehler?
I was pretty little still and into climbing, and dad found me heading up his leg, drawing a bit of blood on the way. They were watching t.v. at the time and put two and two together. Blood + t.v. show they were watching = DEXTER!!!!!