I'm home now, under lock and key. The she-slave says I had TOO much fun on my travels and need to be closely monitored -- hmmm, I'm not sure I like the sound of that. But today, my hooman read to me from the Daily Drool about the loss of yet another of my waddling furends, Sir Boxer. Today, I mourn... and remember.
Sir Boxer was a hound among hounds!True royalty who reigned supreme.
He was a one-houndie guy (he only had eyes for Pw Brandy),but he knew how to sweet-woof the ladies!
I learned a lot from my buddy Sir Boxer...
and I will miss him dearly.
