I want.
Want. Want. Want. Want. Want.
I want Wilson fifth grader, Hudson Beebe, as my dogsitter. Solely on the basis of his name.
A name that belies wisdom and gravitas well beyond his years. A name that is aristocratic, authoritative and elegant. A name that is sure to impress when, at my next cocktail party, I casually drawl, "Why, yes, as a matter of fact, we're going with Hudson Beebe this year. Why do you ask?"
I expect the room will go silent.
Hudson Beebe. Dogsitter? Fortune 500 company? Wall Street investment firm? You decide.
And the best thing? Hudson Beebe has a subsidiary! Cooper Beebe TG (aka, third grader).
I want Hudson Beebe as my dogsitter. Today.
