So the puppy went to the place in Dallas with the nice lady and she came home with a red line on her tummy and was very sleepy all day. Normally, I grumble at her because she keeps charging me when I don’t feel socialable. But today she stayed in bed all day. Of course, it’s Clemmie’s downstairs bed so I’m not too happy about that.
I checked on her several times and I think she’s going to be alright. Mom said I was being a very good boy.
The Win Man!
Clemmie was a French hound, who lived in Houston, temporarily relocated to France...or so her mom said, and spent her final days in North Texas. She loved living on the Northshore and all the places she went, lived for tummy rubs, preppy things, loved Ralph, tolerated her sibling Winston (who now writes this blog) and looked up to a big blonde Mama Dog named Blondie. Also, she was terrified of what seemed to be a mountain lion that liked to sit at the top of her stairs.
When this started, she lived on the North Shore of Lake Ponchatrain. Winston and his new buddy Marigold still live along I-10, but in the Spanish version of New Orleans, deep in the heart of Texas.
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