I have seven dogs. But five of them arrived on Tuesday.
My yellow lab got knocked up by the neighbor's black lab when she was only 17 (months). It was 'orrible as neither of them had a job or finished school. The father never came around to check on her during pregnancy either, just sad. And what's worse, all the little Negro pups look just like the father. My wife is beside herself. As every puppy was born, she prayed for a Whitey. It wasn't to be. Each as black as the night.
As you can see, my wife and I have given to drinking heavily. Our loss, Leo Breweries' gain. Oh, the sorrow.
It's been a week now and they should open their eyes soon.
My wife wonders if they'll think they've been adopted. I assured her that of course, they'll know and probably will not even thank us or their mother for the generosity and welfare we've provided. My missus is just beside herself.
If there's any silver lining to be found, it's with the five wonderful homes we've found for the little dark bastards. A splendid array of alcoholics, paupers, borderline criminals and restaurants. (Only joking)
But our goodbyes shall wait another month. Until then you will unfortunately suffer my prolonged presence on TD as the 'puter is upstairs and the yelping pups are downstairs.