Willie ain’t feelin’ well, bless his little doggie heart, ‘n he’s being bedeviled by the ‘trots’ as my old Granny use’ta call ‘em....I’ve learned that when Willie has’ta go, he has’ta go ‘n it ain’t sumthin’ you want’a fool around with....
At ‘ny rate, ‘round ‘n about 4 o’clock in the A.M. (those wee small hours) he let me know that he hadda go...so I stumbled out’a bed ‘n hurried to the door, grabbing for his leash as I did so ‘cuz Willie ain’t really t’be trusted if you ain’t got a hook on him...now since he ain’t been feelin’ too well, he’s just been hotfooting it to pretty much the same spot just in front of the Falcon ‘n s’long as I’m holding the leash he hasn’t been running......’Cept this time, being in those dark hours of pre-dawn, he disappeared whilst I was in the midst of a yawn....’n he wouldn’t answer my calls ‘n whistles....finally, I got in the car ‘n drove around the block ‘n found him down by the village deli happily nosing around ‘n mainly just being a happy little wanderer....well, y’know....the trials ‘n tribulations of living with dogs...whatta ya gonna do?
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