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Ruined Fur Coat

Cassidy was a curious dog; One day he walked into a bog, Coming out, he looked about, He couldn't see and began to pout; Because he’s a sludge caked dog!

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Caren Krutsinger

Date: 10/14/2018 4:09:00 PM

Sweet limerick. They are not this easy. You have made it seem so though.

M. L. Kiser
Date: 10/15/2018 9:55:00 AM

Thanks Caren, Limericks are definitely not easy.

Silent One

Date: 10/14/2018 2:05:00 PM

Haha... Good one MLK...

M. L. Kiser
Date: 10/15/2018 9:55:00 AM

Many thanks.

Maureen Mcgreavy

Date: 10/14/2018 12:52:00 PM

Giggles, cute! My late great beast was all white, bogs have some kind of canine magnetic draw, I can contest! ;) xomo

M. L. Kiser
Date: 10/15/2018 9:56:00 AM

Don't they though...I know that dogs love stinky things, where cats seem to like good scents. If the dog could bathe itself like cats do...but then we must accept the great dogs for what and whom they are. I'm glad it made you laugh.

Jan Allison

Date: 10/14/2018 12:50:00 PM

Very witty ML:-) soup mail:-) hugs Jan xx

M. L. Kiser
Date: 10/15/2018 9:57:00 AM

Thanks, Jan.