In the beginning...

I love new relationships. They're full of those revelations where you suddenly realize how absolutely insane A. You really are or B. The other person is (which is good if A. still applies).

Hoop: Do you think your dog understands "NO"?
Tink: She understands the tone you use when you say it.
Hoop: But you don't think she understands the word?
Tink: No. You could pretty much substitute it with anything as long as you say it the same way.
Hoop: Really? Like what?
Tink: Like, um.... Pickled Beef.
Hoop: Pickled what?
Tink: Beef?
Hoop: I put you on the spot and you shout out "Pickled Beef."
Tink: Yup.
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Tink: Remember, you're the one dating me. I'm stuck with myself. You're with me by CHOICE.