It’s less than fifteen degrees out, and the doodle-bug is having a blast running around the back yard, coat-free. I think I’ll take his respectable Republican cloth coat back to the store. He might be a short-haired dog but the cold really doesn’t seem to bother him. I’ll use store credit to get my dad a Christmas gift. After Ace Hardware, Orvis is his favorite store so of course there will be something he’ll like.
Yes, I had to learn Tricky Dick’s Checkers Speech, both from a Republican family elder and in high school. Pretty effective rhetoric, actually, from my AP English Language teacher’s perspective.
Rufus’ natural coat is looking better after some dryness and itchiness as well. I’ve been giving him salmon oil every day and giving him a blend of Honest Kitchen with Taste of the Wild. Jeeze, this stuff gets expensive. Am I too high on the hog to be a Nixon Republican? I should say this, that I (like Pat) don’t have a mink coat.
“It was a little cocker spaniel dog, in a crate that he had sent all the way from Texas, black and white, spotted, and our little girl Tricia, the six year old, named it Checkers.
And you know, the kids, like all kids, loved the dog, and I just want to say this, right now, that regardless of what they say about it, we are going to keep it.”
We’re all just suckers that way.
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