Monday, September 19, 2005
My pal. Curly came to live with me in July. He is about six months old and was from a litter of eleven puppies. His mom is kind of a "golden lab" and his father was unknown. When he is a little older we are going on the Montel show to find out who his father was by sampling the DNA of all the dogs in his mother's old neighborhood.
Then we will sue for puppy chow, flea spray, and rubber bones.
Curly is a Frisbeeterian. He believes when you die your soul goes up on the roof and you can't get it down. I think he is responsible for the "dog days" this year. 99 degree heat in September. But it's better than hurricanes!
Posted by pineyflatwoodsgirl at 10:18 PM