I have a question for the author of my favorite story.

[shereads]

He's Albert Payson Terhune, the author of "Lad, a Dog." Does he post here?

<------------ courtesy grin for Gauche

 

[Colleen Thomas]

*HUGS*

No, but Pop's Parrot might be fielding questions for him

-Colly

 

[dr_mabeuse]

Yes. It's one of my noms de chien.

And the answer to your question is: he licks himself there because he can.

Next?

---dr.M.

 

[shereads]

Don't you dare dis Lad! That collie could have ended global hunger and cured cancer if he'd had thumbs or some kind of communication system, like Stephen Hawking.

 

[minsue]

 

[shereads]

Here's a picture of Lad with The Master.

I know, the resemblance to Lad's son, Wolf, is remarkable in left profile. But as we all know, Wolf was nowhere near the dog his father was. Lad forgave Wolf for trying to kill him, but Lady never got over the incident. She died drunk and alone in a flea-bag motel in Fresno, after choking on a splintered chicken bone.



Hey, Lad! Remember me?

Good boy.

 

[Liar]

Here's a picture of Lad with The Master.

I know, the resemblance to Lad's son, Wolf, is remarkable in left profile. But as we all know, Wolf was nowhere near the dog his father was. Lad forgave Wolf for trying to kill him, but Lady never got over the incident. She died drunk and alone in a flea-bag motel in Fresno, after choking on a splintered chicken bone.



Hey, Lad! Remember me?

Good boy.

Good pic. The dog looks both more intelligent and eloquent than the master, at least.