Volume 6 , Issue 24

Dear Duchess-Rose...

My name is Bennie.  My owner, Pat Bybee, has a rather large selections of snapshots of me, but so far she hasn't learned to send pictures with her scanner.  She has a decent amount of equipment to enjoy the Internet.  She knows I have an eye for the ladies, but I am quite selective, dear lady.  My mother was Schit zu (I certainly hope I haven't embarrassed you with my spelling of my heritage.)  My father was a Pomeranian. 
     My owner once worked in what she calls the Intergroup Office.  My previous owner used to bring me by, along with his little girl who loved me very much.  But one day it was decided I would need a new home so I jumped around until I was allowed to lead the little girl who loved me so much to the Intergroup so I could visit the kind lady who worked there.  She had learned my next stop would be "the pound" and I think it must not be a very happy place, because she swept me into her arms and took me to a doctor/groomer. 
    Just as I was close to abandoning hope that I would see her again, she came back for me.  I was so happy!!  But the challenge of a new home for me had not yet been secured. When we got to her home she placed me into her large purse and took me into the house.  There was a gentleman dozing in a big chair.  She bent down to give him a kiss, and when he awoke and saw me, he shot straight up from that chair!  It was so funny!! 
    Well, I rolled my big brown eyes at him and his face softened.  I KNEW I had a new home!  It has become a wonderful arrangement.  They both spoil me a bit but with the proper show of gratitude I convince them they have done a good thing. Well, my Duchess-Rose, I hope I have not bored you.  You have such a lovely face!  I do hope we shall chance to meet face to face, if not in my yard, possibly at one of those meetings she goes to.  I remain . . . Your devoted friend." --Bennie Bybee   |  View or Add Comments (0 Comments)   |   Receive updates ( subscribers)  |   Unsubscribe

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