OK so we're middle-aged and our peripetatic nest was empty. Children and grandchildren perversly live in California. Hannah the Hound had gone to God. We found Waldo the Wonderdog advertised in www.unclehenrys.com. "Boyers for sale!" Who in the blue-eyed world wouldn't want a boyer?
Thanksgiving, right? I'm a dog, so I'm ok, right? Right? Right? I'm a dog, I'm a dog, I'm a dog.........
The Young Prince lost in contemplation or maybe the back yard.
Sweetly, he sleeps, my Waldo Fair.
I'll start here and follow you to the ends of the earth, saith the Questing Beast.
