Right now we must eat more food with gravy. Because we won't get gravy anyplace else. And times are tough. And the cliches are right -- gravy conquers all, gravy is a many splendored thing -- all you need is gravy. Oh boy do I love gravy. So find someone who loves you and smother them with gravy. That's this dog's advise.
This is my friend, Louie. Can you believe it? This was the sell shot they took at the pound. Idiots! He hated this picture. Or maybe he just hated the fear. Or maybe it was the pain from all the foxtails biting into his skin and his ears. Or maybe just that someone who he thought gravied him a lot left him on the side of the road. Louie 'n me were rescued the same day. It was a heavenly day. Paula took us to Jack in the Box and fed us hamburgers. Then Louie got flown up to Muttville, and I got to live with Paula. Muttville is amazing. They only rescue old dogs like us.
This is Louie today. Look at that face! Boy comfort and safety sure are nice. I'd like to talk to him, tell him how happy I am. See if he gets scared too when the lights go out and nobody is there. For me the lights are always out. It's a blind thing. But I'm gonna be okay. I'm gonna get my halo, and then I'll be able to get around like a normal dog. Can't wait to tell you all about it!!!
Much gravy,
Teddy
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