Hey, Smokey Lonesome Ollie – you’re lookin’ a little scruffy, Dude… I mean, you sorta look like a Country Pup, if you don’t mind my sayin’ so. And you smell like an Outdoor Pup – whew – get a whiff of you downwind and you almost make my eyes water. I’ll bet the old woman Slow is thankin’ her lucky stars for The Red Man today. I’m sure I smell like a rose. Zippity-do-dah, zippity- ay. My, oh my – what a wonderful day. Startin’ out with a Bang, too – up early and saddlin’ up the Dodge Dakota. Wonder where we’re headed now? I hope it’s not a cemetery day trip. Always a Debbie Downer.
Whoa, Nellie! I think I’ve been here before, haven’t I? Uh, oh. The moving finger writes and, having writ, moves on. I can see the handwriting on this wall today. Think I’ll pee on the little white fence when I go in. Come on, Ollie, this is all your fault. Sigh. You’ll be happy to know the Peeps are nice in here if I remember correctly so it’s not a total disaster.
Geez Louise. Can you go ANYWHERE in Texas without seein’ somethin’ Texan?
Well, Amigos, a day of beauty can seem like forever, but the old woman Slow always shows up to get us at the appropriate time. She looks like hell today. I see she didn’t bother to take a shower after her marathon night of keepin’ us awake with Will and Grace re-runs she found on some obscure tv channel. Hate it when the ambien doesn’t work. I swear her eyes are gettin’ better but her overall attitude needs adjusting. I think she misses Pretty. Of course, we ALL miss Pretty, but Slow shows it more than me and Ollie. We keep stiff upper lips.
When we got home this afternoon, we had new Babies to play with. Ha. Ollie was thrilled, but I can smell a peace offering from a mile away and I refuse to be bought.
All’s well that ends well, Sports Fans, as I’m always fond of sayin’ and tonight I’ll catch some zzz’s while Smokey Lonesome Ollie plays with his new Babies. Wonder which color eye he can see them with? Heh, heh. My little joke for the night.