Dame Dalmation of Dorcanshire

When she entered the French tea house, we all fell in line. Everything about her was elegant, she was amazing and refined. The embroidered frogs on her hand-designed jacket, the latest style. She outclassed the queen of society, Cam Collie by at least a mile. I could see Cam Collie was angry by flash of her dark brown eyes. Delicate, daring, deliberately dashing Dalmatian was such a surprise! At her neck was a beautiful Swedish hand-embroidered ruffle of lace. Cam so jealous and green, I wished I could see her angry face. Dame Dalmatian of Dorcanshire my friend Delia whispered in delight. Had heard of her beauty, now knew the rumors were sound and right She was sporting the ultimate creation on her unobvious in the air head. Hat with striped ribbons, puffed balls, netting; could wake up the dead. Whispers around tea house as majestic female sat, I might mention. Put up pinky paw, and was served by two who fought over her attention. D.D. was majestic, elegant, refined, lady-like and seemed unaware. Cam Collie gave her the meanest look, a jealous woman-dog stare.