Hey, what's up, dogs? It's a beautiful day and I'm just strolling along. Droop-a-dee-doo-dah, Droop-a-dee-ay...
Oh, hi, Grandpa. ...My, oh, my, what a wonderful...
Wait! Grandpa!
"Eh? What is it, laddie?"
Your tail!
"Me tail?" Grandpa asked, perplexed. "What about me tail?"
The right! It bends to the right!
"Aye, so it does," Grandpa Angus agreed.
I have it too! See?
Spunky, Patch, and I learned about this earlier this year. When a dog's tail wags to the right, it means they're a very happy and friendly dog.
So...I guess it runs in the family?
"Eh, incredible, laddie!" Grandpa exclaimed. "And here I always thought it was from me rheumatism. But now that I think about it...it looked that way even when I was a wee pup."
Looks like Grandpa Angus and I have something in common! Hope you have a good week, everyone. And remember...wag to the right!
Hey, what's up, dogs? Today we happened to be browsing the Internet and came across a picture that looked remarkably like Patch:
The caption read: "English Springer Spaniel."
Patch! You're English?
"Err...I guess so," Patch said.
How do you feel about crumpets and tea?
Patch looked confused. "What's that?"
A type of snack.
"Oh. Then I'm in favor of it."
This got me wondering: What breed of dog is Spunky? Obviously he's a miniature--
"STOP. RIGHT. THERE," Spunky warned.
Oops. Heh-heh...Sorry.
And then there's me. I have to admit, I have something of an identity crisis. I've never been able to figure out what breed of dog I am. I do like fire trucks...maybe I'm a spotless Dalmatian?...
If anybody has any ideas on what breed of dog I am, please leave your insights in the comments below.
Thanks!
Hey, what's up, dogs? I'm receiving more and more mail lately, and I wanted to share it with you. Recently we got a package with a little drawing of two bears on the back, as shown here:
This can only mean it's from Jerry and Ben! Wow, they sent a certificate and candy prizes from the Halloween costume contest they sponsored. Hot diggity dog!
There's also a sheet of stickers, a pencil, and a jack-o-lantern eraser. That's so cool! Thanks guys.
And Sandy sent a postcard with a picture of the Yukon. He mentions that we stuffies should go there and pan for gold. Gold => money => ability to buy bacon, so I'm all for it. When do we leave Sandy?...
