Hi Folks,
What would make a little dog say, “T.G.I.F.?” Give up?
It was so fun! Friday evening we
went to the beach again, Lucky and me. The boy did not want to get in the car;
can’t say as I blame him. It took me a long time to get over the fear of being
dumped. I’ll tell you, it was a shocker to suddenly be all alone in a strange
land. Anyway, I digress, we were at the beach next to Home Depot in Hatillo.
I met Tom, Dick and Harry, and then
along came Jane. She said she wished she was a wolf bitch; they only get bred
by the alfa male, she has to put up with Tom, Dick, and Harry. Harry made
friends with me and Lucky first. He said they were the Saldinera Beach Boys Pack He was rather scruffy for my tastes, but because he was
four inches taller at the shoulders than Lucky, the little pi(t)bull squatted
like a bitch and gave that stupid grin of his. I walked way down the beach all
by myself with mom standing on the shore crying. She talks to dad all the time.
Tom lay
on the ridge of sand at the edge of the parking lot with his head between his
paws watching. Dick kept busy pissing on bushes like everything was his
territory. This nervous little prick had nothing on me. I lift my tail high; sniff this Sato. Just then, along came
Jane saggy breasts half filled with milk swinging in the wind, damn, I’ll bet
that hurts. She had this don’t make me
mess with you look on her face, as she looked for something to eat. I put my
tail down for her out of respect for a hard working mommy.
Lucky and
I went down the shore, we raced and played tag, mom walked along picking things up. I wished she’d run
with us. We found a flock of Sand Pipers along a rocky shelf. They scattered
wildly as we flew around the rocks. Harry even joined us for a romp.
As the
sun dropped from sight mom dusted the sand off us before we loaded in the car to go home. We ‘re
going to do this every Friday. Lucky dogs.
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