Doggone It

You ain’t no greyhound You belong in the pound A mangy cross-breed Too expensive to feed You got fleas, you got ticks (You ole son of a *****) But I kinda’ like you So I guess you will do… What happened up there? Censored! (Shall I care?) So sorry to the Soup! (My countenance doth droop) Guess I got too shady (SON-of-a-dog-lady!) (Oh, just forget the whole da…I mean darn thing!)

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Shadow Hamilton

Date: 7/1/2013 6:23:00 AM

I nejoy your wit Tim always amusing to read your excellent pens ty for the smiles Shadow x smiles

Carol Eastman

Date: 6/3/2013 7:32:00 AM

My adopted sons' dog had cancer... But the dog was his last tie to his old family so we spent big bucks saving the dog.. The cancer was contained in the spleen. The dog is well... and the son has had time to come to grips with what will eventually happen. Fortunately the dog is remaining well months later... Strangely, it was worth it... Tho we are now poor as church mice... LOL

Donna Jones

Date: 5/31/2013 5:54:00 PM

Are you talking about my dog I just spent too d...***$#$#$# much money on having a tumor removed????? A mixed mutt I would give my teeth for?????????? And he would do the same!!!!!! Loved this Tim...