"What about Row?"

"That's stupid. Who names a dog Row?!"

"I would! And it's not stupid!"

"Is so!" Rob had tried to vain to ignore his brothers as their squabbling over father's surprise gift entered into it's second hour. How it was decided those two would have the honor of naming the mutt was behind him to understand.

"Hey Rob what's better?" Creed asked hands on his hips attempting to look tougher for some reason.

"Whats better?" Though he knew already he felt polite to ask.

"Row or Vermouth for the dog?" Rob cracked a smile his brother Creed had quite a mind, twisting and coming up the oddest things. Perhaps there was another writer in the Allen family.

"I suppose Row it's easier to say." He watched Little Burl stick out his tongue and rush inside the cabin.

"It's not fair you always take his side." Rob motioned his brother, he refused to move.

"Between you and me Vermouth is much cooler, yet unpractical."

"Rob what does it mean? I saw it one of the books Miz Christy brought in."

"Something with whiskey I think."

"Defiantly better than Row!"