Today we have a guest writer.
Hello, My name is Harry and I am a West Highland White Terrier, or “Westie” if you prefer. For the last 7 years I have lived with the fat guy in the wheelchair in a whole bunch of places: some hot, some cold, some ugly, some nice—in most of them the dogs had really funny accents, but I am coping.
Anyway, the fat guy is letting me write this blog because it squarely falls within my jurisdiction as “Jefe de los Perros/Head Dog”.
Starting at 11:05 this morning, Lucy, my favorite bitch started having puppies. Being a German Shepherd’s Dog, she was exactly on time—of course!
At as this writing she has had four. When she was examined last Saturday by the Real Doctor (not a people doctor—what do they know?) he said she would have at least 6, maybe more.
The reason I am writing this is to dispel the scurrilous rumor that the puppies were sired by some dumb dog from Piriapolis. It is not true! I have photographic evidence to prove it. Here it is.
You’ll be happy to know that Lucy is fine. And I will keep you informed as her delivery progresses.
Until then, happy butt sniffing!
Signed, or rather pawed,
HARRY, Head Dog and Lord of Calle Golfarini, Parque Oribe, Rambla Armenia, Puertito Buceo and all I survey
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This is The Southron. It is fair to say that the facts are in dispute. Documentary evidence will be forthcoming later.
