Monday, July 22, 2013
I don't need to tell you there's one excited pup around the old homestead today. I told him not to get his hopes up -- the short odds are on James. Nevertheless, he called his bookie and laid a month's worth of kibble on the line.
I also told him to clean his whyte board, but there's just no curbing his enthusiasm.
If we do have a Prince Albert, what worries me is that people will think I named my dog after the future King of England, when in truth, it was the other way around.