Madison T. Dog here again. Mom’s laughing too hard to type. She was cleaning out Beebe’s closet upstairs and found her clown wig. My Nannie used to be a clown.
She went to Clown College when she was in her mid-70’s so she could entertain the old people. She talked in a funny voice, painted faces, and once got stopped by the cops on the way to a performance. (She was dressed in her clown outfit at the time.)
All the reminiscing. It was such fun. And then Mom leaned over with the wig and before I knew what was happening I was blond and curly!
I’m hoping I get an extra scoop of kibble for this.
Could I please remind readers that I am a BOY dog. Is there a union representative I should be talking with?
Whatever you do, do NOT under any circumstances tell the squirrels in the back yard. I would never be able to live it down. I’m just grateful they have dial-up and won’t wait until all the pictures load.
Madison, like President Madison, not Dolly.