I guess my Mom was right when she told me I’ve been running with the wrong kind of pack.
When I met her at the dog run she looked “clean.” She told me she’d had her shots, I had no reason not to believe her. Sure, she scratched a little, but I thought it was cute. Now I know, buddy. Now I know.
When we picked him up at the pound, I thought they said he had phlebitis.
Reminds me of my days playing in the band of the old Rump Brothers Flea Circus. It was a great gig until the night I accidentally knocked over my crash cymbal, wiping out the entire troupe. The Rump Brothers were not amused.
A ukulele owners pet, no doubt
February 20, 2015