There are dogs, and then there are good dogs. I mean, all dogs are good dogs, but there are a select few that are just the goodest of dogs.
What kind of grammatically incorrect nonsense is this? well, it is into incorrect at all. It is a concept we came up with at work the other day. Because all dogs are good dogs, how do you differentiate with those who are truly amazing?
They are the goodest.
Dogs like Jackson at work, who prompted this discussion, he is so lovely and happy.
Or Zuul the wiggly love monkey.
Or Noodle, the sassy lady.
Or Pess the particular princess.
Or Louis the tiny king.
Or Dresden the smart floof giant.
Or Varo the dorky dufus.
Or Winston, my lovely pug, he tries so so hard.
So many of the goodest dogs.
I love dogs, guys.
Like a lot.
Some say too much, I say no such thing.