Well, it’s National Puppy Day, and even though that ship has sailed
Enough already. It’s been a month since we’ve heard from you.
Many people have written expressing great concern over the health and well-being of my dog Freddy.
Earlier today, just after my constitutional and immediately prior to another uninspiring breakfast,
Said I had “good bones.” Said I had “classic features.
I was here when The Lying Real Estate Lady first fibbed to The Biped
Dear Freddy, Another Friday has come and gone with no word from you.
Did you know it’s not unusual for dogs to take on the physical characteristics of their owners?
It’s Friday. Where the heck is Freddy? And what does he do when you’re away?
The sock it offends me, and so it must go.
It happened again. Not as bad as last time, but bad enough to remind me of the first time.
Freddy – With respect, what the hell, dude?
Freddy – What the hell? Where have you been?
Pressed into cool beige