Sugar, sugar, where are you, barefoot, wearing her PJ’s. the morning having just arrived, Flossy McDonald stood on the back porch, her pet dog poodles hadn’t been in the usual spot, the kennel that he usually lived in. Sugar, sugar, where are you. Down at the neighbor farm, sucking up to old Mrs Murphy for another slice of chocolate, stupid dog, you’ll be a diabetic before we reach the end of lent she sighed, and i don’t have pet insurance.
Her Mother arrives into the kitchen the same moment.
“did i hear shouting, I was in the middle of a nightmare, another reality TV star had won ..”
“Sugar, poodles s cavorting down in Murphy’s again”
Don’t worry replied her Mother, pointing to the pancakes on the table. He’s cheaper fed there than here,let him stay there, all he does is ear, how he moves at all surprises me.
After a tough lenten diet, Sugar lost thirty pounds, and rN off three weeks later. On his way out the gate, his labrador girl dog beside him, he scoffs. The food I have had to eat, Lent they said.