Our Poodle-Hour

(Frd) Afloat, I dropped in the histrionic doublets.  They tripped against the drops: wishing that bone-dog wasn’t reading all of that fancy literature, living vicariously through the adolescent neighborhood kids, all while being televised for the pre-adolescent mind in order to get them to purchase library cards for the price of $0 (+ late fees).  Long overdue, this twas cancelled by the death of who: literature, or the bone-dog?  Not one person knows but Mr. Peebee & Mrs. Ess.  Great Scott, you are the nicest boy I’ve met with that name–that’s why I called you “great”.

Frd’ing is a lifestyle.  Okay, here we go:

We babysat a poodle for an hour the other day.  His name is Oliver:

This is what poodles should look like.

This is what poodles ought to look like.

Look at him lounging like a boss.  And look at me grinning like this:

That dog acted like a gentleman in our apartment.

That dog acted like a gentleman in our apartment.

Thanks to Mary & Peter for letting us hang out with their pup!

pugs & shrugs,
Chad

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