Free Puppies

Or at least that is what the ad in the paper is supposed to say. Yes, our dog had puppies. Six of them to be exact. Jonathon has already named them. They are Sam, John, Charlie, Toto and Frufru. Yep, you counted right. Only five of them currently have names. I haven't really inspected them to find out if their names match their parts but I really don't even want to have to think about that. I just want them to go to a good home.

How is it that my dog has not been fixed, you ask? Well, obviously we did not take Bob Barker's advice to fix her. Josh bought her because he thought he might want to breed her. She is a purebred lab and has papers to prove it. We never ended up breeding her. But we never got her fixed either. Then one night she snuck out and the rest, they say, is history.

It wasn't until I started trying to photograph the new babies that I had an epiphany. See if you can tell what it was from that picture.



I'm White Trash. Did you guess it? Did the puppy playing by the toilet that is sitting outside clue you in? I don't say this to garner any sympathy, I just realized what our little place must look like to the neighbors. Not that it matters to me what anyone thinks, I'm just sayin' that I can see where one might drive by and think that a man in a wifebeater may come out at any moment, beer in hand, ready to pick a fight. Below I have included a little more evidence of my social standing, just for you're enjoyment.

Exhibit A: A baby walking around the yard in her diaper.

Exhibit B: Beach chairs folded out in the yard.

And last but certainly not least, the Dora doll that has been lying on my driveway for days now.

**I would like to go ahead and apologize in advance to all of the people who have been personally offended by this post. I realize that while it is very funny, it is not politically correct in the least. Thank you very much.***