Good dog! No, I'm not going to complain. No, I'm not going to whine. Oh well, maybe a little. I was just thinking this morning. NONE. Not one of my friends, and there were many as most of you know, had a dog growing up. Not Teddy! Not Leo! Not Eddie! Not Buddy! Not Skipper! Not Billy! You know, not a family pet but a dog that got to follow us everywhere. For some strange reason, we were all canine-free. What was that all about? In my bit of whining(ok, complaining), I had never really made that connection. I feel a bit better now. You see(read parents, Elenka, Donna etc.), it wasn't ME! I think I would have made a good daddy... for a puppy. Oh well, these days when I'm feelin' a bit blue, I'll just travel to Westbrook and visit my pal Annie. There, all better now.
ps. No, this is not Annie in the photo. She's prettier than this!