Yesterday I come home from fishing and all I caught was a bottel of rum. One of them fish must a stole my pants 'cause I can't find the one I had on this morning. I woke up from the old hen hitting me over the head again, I come in the house and see Mr. Lido watching Willie Nelson on my TV. He smiled at me and said "feeling good is good enough for me and Bobby McGee." Then he fetched me a beer. He's a good dog.
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Friday, June 24, 2011
Mr. Lido
Before & after. Lido when I first brought him home. Damn bullies where kicking him around so I took him from them. Undernorished and stinky, but he had a good attitude and just want to play.
Yesterday I come home from fishing and all I caught was a bottel of rum. One of them fish must a stole my pants 'cause I can't find the one I had on this morning. I woke up from the old hen hitting me over the head again, I come in the house and see Mr. Lido watching Willie Nelson on my TV. He smiled at me and said "feeling good is good enough for me and Bobby McGee." Then he fetched me a beer. He's a good dog.
Yesterday I come home from fishing and all I caught was a bottel of rum. One of them fish must a stole my pants 'cause I can't find the one I had on this morning. I woke up from the old hen hitting me over the head again, I come in the house and see Mr. Lido watching Willie Nelson on my TV. He smiled at me and said "feeling good is good enough for me and Bobby McGee." Then he fetched me a beer. He's a good dog.
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