A New BreedWe were in the car on the way back from hockey practice, driving into our neighborhood. I saw an older woman with a sizable poodle (the dog, not the hairdo, although that would have been amusing).
"Hey, look at that lady walking her poodle," I said.
"Dad," Eli 9.3 said patiently, "that's not a poodle."
"Of course it's a poodle," I said. "What is it if it isn't a poodle?"
"I think it's a German Yapper," he said.
I burst out laughing. "Okay, there's no such thing as a German Yapper, but there should be," I said.
We now refer to all small dogs as German Yappers.