Excerpts from the memoirs of Douglas De Dawg.

Photos courtesy of his personal album.

August 18, 2001

"Douglas De Dawg Visits Corky" 

A Personal Account by Douglas De Dawg

Corky (aka The Corkster) is one of my bestest friends.  I get really excited when my bipeds tell me we're going to visit him.  This was a very special day for me!!

This is a picture of me truckin' over to see Corky.  My biped, Frank, put styrofoam insulation in the topper so I wouldn't sweat a lot and smell rank and gnarly when I arrived.  He built what I call My Throne by the window.  It's covered with soft carpet so I can lay on it and see outside without getting up all the time.  The a/c blows in from the truck cab and keeps me refreshingly cool.  I can also keep a sharp eye on where we've been.  When we stop at a red light, I like to get up and stare out the back at people sitting in their cars.  I LOVE my truck!!

This is Nate.  As you can see, he was really happy that I arrived with my bipeds for a visit.

This is Jamie Lee.  He was also very happy to see us.

This is my pal Corky.  We gave each other proper dawg greetings and went outside together to decorate the back yard with dawg mines.

When we came back in, the most delicious, mouth-watering aroma wafted by my nose.  I finally identified it as spaghetti sauce.  Oh boy!  We were gonna have spaghetti!  I love spaghetti!!  Le Chef Jamie started the spaghetti cooking on the stove.  Nate went into the kitchen to help, but an obviously crazed and wildly unruly oven mitt kept popping up and sticking to his nose.  Maybe it needed a couple of rabies shots?  Sue managed to avoid the mitt and she put some garlic bread in the oven.  This was gonna be a great feast!!

I strategically positioned myself where I could perform a most important dawg duty:  keep a sharp eye on the food.  Notice my new punk haircut.  Those spots are where my vet removed some stuff that was bothering me.  I feel a lot better now.  I'm more alert and keen of eye and ear...especially when I'm waiting for someone to accidentally drop an edible item on the kitchen floor.  I can rush in and snarf it up before anyone even knows I'm coming!  Heh heh!!

Oh oh!  I was snagged!  Jamie knew what I was doing!  He had "That Look" on his face!!!  I decided I better behave myself.

The spaghetti and garlic bread were absolutely superb!  My biped, Frank (with the face fur...I think he's copying me) and Corky's biped, Jamie, waited expectantly for dessert to arrive.  White cake with chocolate frosting and ice cream!  Dessert Heaven!

Jamie Lee provided our after-dinner entertainment.  He played lots of good songs.  I forgot to ask him to play some Three Dawg Night stuff, though.  He played so well that I didn't need to howl along, as a backup singer, to embellish his tunes.

   

Then everybody just kinda hung out and talked and bloated and burped and belched.  That's Sue talking with Frank while Corky snagged some good snuggles and behind-the-ear scratches.

                                

This furry critter showed up to greet everyone.  When Jamie Lee took him out of his cage, he said, "Hey!  My shoes fell off!  Put my shoes back on!  My feet get cold, especially when you put me on the countertop!"

They didn't put his shoes back on, and they put him on the countertop.  He looked shocked and muttered some stuff and twitched his nose a lot.  Everybody thought he was cute.  I wanted to bite his butt.

Then another furry critter showed up.  He used one of our dawg club I.D. cards to gain access to the living room.  He told me he was the world's smallest dawg.  I didn't believe him because his nose twitched too fast to be a genuine dawg, and he didn't look like the photo on the I.D. card...he looked a lot taller in the picture.  You gotta get up really early to fool me!  I wanted to bite his butt, too.  What could possibly show up next?

Boids!  At least they weren't furry.  But they did need an addition to their facilities.  I heard this one say, "Hey!  Would ya hurry it up in there already?  I've really gotta go!"  

This is Nate reading an instruction manual that Corky gave him.  It's called "How To Give Yer Dawg Good Pet".

Nate learned fast.  Corky was in seventh heaven!!

  The grownup bipeds talked and talked late into the evening.  Nate read some more of his dawg manual while Jamie Lee caught some major league ZZZZZs.  Their faithful companion was on the floor.  To the casual observer, Corky may have appeared to be catching some major league ZZZZZs, too, but that was just a clever ploy.  He was really in his Alert Watchdawg and Guardian Of All Food In The Vicinity mode.  

"Did I hear someone say 'food'?"
(See...I told you it was just a clever ploy...he was wide awake!)
Then we packed up and headed home.  We all had a great time.  I can't wait to go back again.

The End

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