Two Puppies At Great Spinx of Giza

We are not going far, Mama they lied to me. Only to Egypt, way across the sea. I figured maybe Des Moines, certainly not Chicago. Which was hundreds of miles, much too far for two puppies to go. Will you be home for lunch? I asked them, thawing out some chow. They professed to not know. Said good-bye in bow-wow. I was not worried, how far could two young puppies get? If I had known, I would have thrown a fit! Gone for two nights, then a week, two months now. I was sorrowful, barking sad lonely “bow-wow”. I thought they were dead, my two favorite litter pups. I was crying and sobbing, drowning grief in my cups. My man said “Come on woman, buck up! They have dog in them.” He is super confident, a heel sometimes, but my almost best friend. He is really great at cheering me up, helping me have a better day. I am laughing now, full of relief, for look what I got in the mail today?