Lost Dog

While Emily and I took Daddy for his routine walk this evening, we happened to come across a lost dog poster mounted on a telephone pole.  The dog is male and his name is Poopiehead.  That’s right, Poopiehead.  Well now I’ve just about seen everything.  Emily and I came to the conclusion that this dog was not lost, but most likely ran away from home.  Who knows what lunacy takes place in a house where your parents name you Poopiehead.  Emily and I both agreed that if Daddy named either one of us Poopiehead, we would run away from home also.

Cheers,

Sir Edmund