@aidan,
No, this is what I was replying to
Fido wrote:
I'm not your buddy... I bark at strangers just like you, even if they are not just like you...
@aidan,
My head is key shaped so I can unlock mysteries... No one ever said my head was nicely shaped... The head shaper must have had some misconceptions stuck in it when I got mine... I Have heard that I have dog breath... And that is so strange since I am a dog...ruff ruff...
@Fido,
I detect an accent. Are you a GErman SHepherd?
@dadpad,
My dog ate a lemon yesterday.
Ev'ry time I come to town
The boys keep kickin' my dawg aroun';
Makes no diff'rence if he is a houn',
They gotta quit kickin' my dawg aroun'.
Me an' Lem Briggs an' old Bill Brown
Took a load of corn to town;
My old Jim dawg, onery old cuss,
He just naturally follered us.
As we driv past Johnson's store
A passel of yaps come out the door;
Jim he scooted behind a box
With all them fellers a-throwin' rocks.
They tied a can to old Jim's tail
An' run him a-past the county jail;
That just naturally made us sore,
Lem, he cussed an' Bill he swore.
Me an' Lem Briggs an' old Bill Brown
Lost no time a-gittin' down;
We wiped them fellers on the ground
For kickin' my old Jim dawg around.
Jim seen his duty there an' then,
He lit into them gentlemen;
He shore mussed up the court-house square
With rags an' meat an' hide an' hair.
Every time I come to town
The boys keep kickin' my dawg aroun';
Makes no difference if he is a houn',
They gotta quit kickin' my dawg aroun'.
