What’s the matter, never see a spotted Great Dane before? No, Granpa didn’t throw me in the freckle barrel! I just got my summer haircut. Jeez, I have to go through this every year. My pretty white fur gets whacked and these damn things show up. Now Granma calls me Spot! How many names can she come up with? Every time I get used to being called something she changes it . . .
“Spot, where are you Spot? Time for your B-A-T-H
Right, like I can’t spell bath lady.
1 comment:
LOL! I'm glad you are still having fun with this - and Max is so cute. I love all the info you've put on this blog that's available to everyone (like the chapter from Lafcadio Hearn). Thanks again David
yours
Janine
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