My parents had not been out together in quite some time. One
Saturday, as mom was finishing the dinner dishes, my father
stepped up behind her. “Would you like to go out, girl?” he
asked.
Not even turning around, my mother quickly replied, “Oh, yes,
I’d love to!”
They had a wonderful evening, and it wasn’t until the end of the
evening that Dad finally confessed that his question had
actually been directed to the family dog, laying near mom’s feet
on the kitchen floor.