Last night, I was taking my ease on the sidewalk, sitting straight up, but with my backside off of my legs. I turned around to look at my puppy momma sitting in her GREEN rocking chair on the back porch. And what does she do? That silly Myrtle just bursts into tears.
Being a kind puppy gentleman, I raced over to her and hopped up on her lap to start washing away her tears. I asked her what was wrong. When she finally calmed down, Myrtle told me that I was so adorable and that she didn't deserve to get to admire me day after day after day. Or something like that. She was still sniffing a lot.
Huh?
I am an adorable fellow, I must admit, adorable even when I was just a little pup. But still. Can someone please explain puppy mommas to me???????
This is my life with Myrtle. Amos Adams signing off!
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