Have you ever wondered what Alexander Hamilton would be like in modern times? As a kid?
In this story where Thomas Jefferson always breaks the best crayons and George the third argues to be the King of the playground, Alex still struggles with...
((Alright for this we're pretending all the cats died and went to heaven. Deal? Good.))
Laf and Alex held hands and jumped up in the air in excitement, they squealed with joy. "We're getting a puppy! We're getting a puppy!" They sang together. "YAYYYY!" THey collapsed onto the couch, giggling and wiggling about.
"You guys will need to calm down or we need to rethink this." Martha joked. "Sorry!" The boys could hardly contain their grins as they sat up to face their parents.
George held a computer on his lap. "Now... we've decided on two puppies out of quite a bunch that we think are perfect for our family."
"SHOW US!" Laf shouted.
"YEAAA! SHOW USSSS!" Alex yelled in agreement. George chuckled to himself. "One, is a woodle."
"A wheaten terrier poodle mix? Cuuute!"Alex knew practically every dog breed poodle mix ever, they were amazing.
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"A-" George made a face. "A- uh... what's it called again Martha? A bucking whole or whatever?"
Martha chuckled and took a deep breath so she could recite the name. "A Nova Scotia duck tolling retriever terrier mix puppy."
"I CANT CHOOSE!" Alex shouted, he then looked at you. "Will you choose? Just comment and vote what kind of dog!"
HEY GUYS! Speaking of dogs and voting- my dog is in a photo contest!
