Dang, I'm cute. I have such soulful brown eyes. Mom says so.
I wanna tell you what happened last Saturday. Mom and my friend Willy Dunne Wooters were going out to lunch. Why I wasn't invited, I dunno.
Do you remember Willy Dunne Wooters? I do.
I had to block out Mom's face because this mushy stuff between them is going too far. Some nights Harper can't even get in the bed because Willy Dunne Wooters takes his place.
Oops! I guess I wasn't supposed to say that, but it's true!
Before they left, Mom called me and Harper into the house. She doesn't leave us out in the yard when she's gone. We could get up to all sorts of mischief, especially Harper who is an escape artist and always talks me into going on adventures with him. I don't really want adventures. I want to stay home.
So me and Harper went in the house and Mom closed the back door and locked it. Then she wandered around the house looking for Willy Dunne Wooters to tell him it was time to go. She couldn't find him, and she kept calling, WILLY! WILLY!
She couldn't find him anywhere.
That's because he was in the backyard with us, looking behind the garage. Mom locked him in the backyard! *snicker snort*
I coulda told her where he was, but they didn't invite me to lunch so I didn't tell. Finally Mom went down the hall through the laundry room, and there was Willy Dunne Wooters peering in the window at the back door.
He didn't knock or call out to me or Mom or Harper. He just stood there and looked in the window, locked out in the backyard.
Mom let him in and told him how she'd been searching for him. Then there was some mushy love stuff and they finally went out to lunch. They didn't even bring me anything.
But me and Willy Dunne Wooters had fun watching college football again. We winned this time.
Well, that's all I have to say for this week. Keep your nose clean and your pants dry.
I dunno where I heard that.
Okay I love you bye bye.
Franklin the Bordernese
He always tries to have the last word. But not this time.