My Old Dog Named Puddles That Can't Hold Her Water by Ted Sheridan

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My Old Dog Named Puddles That Can't Hold Her Water

There was a queer smell in the house and it wasn’t the dog
Having provided her with the customary b .........
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Ted Sheridan

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Thad Wilk (1/5/2008 10:31:00 AM)
A real entertaining story Ted! Puddles knows where the odor came from! *10*!
Thad

Tara Sloblock (1/5/2008 9:06:00 AM)
Only a bi-weekly bath? Ted, your dog is a sensible one.... she was obviously trying to produce something to bathe in. t x