wooh, relief. At first I thought that read “Obama’s dog brings master loaves of bread... to eat him with”
My gramma’s cousin lived behind us and had a big Poodle-ish mixed breed named Lady.
He was often too blistered to go on beer runs so he’d send Lady down the road and across RT 40 to the tavern on the mountain with money pinned to her collar.
She’d bring him back a 6 pack.
All was well until one day, she went to my gramma’s house and picked up a 6 pack of Blue Ribbon that my grandaddy had sitting on the back porch.
Lady had to stay home after that.
My gramma’s cousin lived behind us and had a big Poodle-ish mixed breed named Lady.
He was often too blistered to go on beer runs so he’d send Lady down the road and across RT 40 to the tavern on the mountain with money pinned to her collar.
She’d bring him back a 6 pack.
All was well until one day, she went to my gramma’s house and picked up a 6 pack of Blue Ribbon that my grandaddy had sitting on the back porch.
Lady had to stay home after that.