To show with our new adopted dog from a local shelter, I would ask you to kindly not pay any attention to the squalor in which we live, but rather focus on the dog as I announce his name to the world.

Behold! I'm going to be. This is a bunch.

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Oh. We must not We must not ignore the other dog.

The one who might feel a little neglected. We still love him.

He's beautiful.

All right, people.

Let me put this on pause for one second before we announced.

Now we had, it was a, it was a unanimous, virtually unanimous family decision.

Not that I had to call a veto. The dog's name when we first

got him was Ravioli, which is four syllables and by all scientific accounts, it's science people. I don't

make this stuff up. You can't name a dog, a four-syllable dog. Oh my goodness, Sammy IW7DO says

disgusting dog. If I were to block people, I'm joking.

So then we were thinking, okay, well, we don't want to ravioli.

We're going to change it to macaroni and then short would be Mac.

And we were going to call them rigatoni and short would be Tony.

I wanted gizmo, but that was forever spoiled when someone said that's too close to something that sounds gross, also too close to Gitmo.

And then we found a name that struck us in the face like a manatee.

Because if you notice his face, it looks like a manatee.

And then we said, let's call him manny for manatee.

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