Last Thursday my bestest lady friend Ramby and I had planned a full day of crafting fun. As we were leaving my house and loading up Ramby's car full of our crafting needs a handsome gent approached us from behind. I could tell he was quite happy to see us by the way he was wagging his tail and jumping up and down.
Yes that's right, this handsome gent was a dog. He looked to be a Weimaraner, and only a few years old. He was a beautiful siver grey, with clear light green eyes.
Ramby and I were surprised that he didn't have a coller, he was so well taken care of he had to belong to someone. We were worried about him getting hit by a car on my busy street so we decided to call animal control to come pick him up. They said it would be up to a two hour wait, so we had the pleasure of this kind gent's company for the next hour or so.
I found a long green ribbon to put around his neck as a leash so he wouldn't go running away. It matched his eyes perfectly! The three of us sat outside enjoying the nice weather. As we got to know each other, Ramby and I learned that the dogs name was Sir William Thomas Baxter III. He told us that he was here on holiday from England. The poor gent was missing his Lady Elizabeth whom he had been courting for a few months. In fact he had just given her his pin, so it was starting to get serious.
As we sat there talking I could tell he was very thristy and hungry as well. So Ramby and I decided to share some afternoon snackes with him. Sir William dug into my cat''s food, but I told him that such a distingushed gentleman as himself should not be eating Gibblets n' Gravy. I decided to eat some mashed potatoes, ahile Ramby choose to have some tortilla chips. We both shared our food with Sir William, who enjoyed every bit. Which would later prove to be a lethal combination.
The hour passed with no sign of animal control, and Ramby and I were getting anxious to get down to some serious crafting. As much as we enjoyed Sir Williams tells about his days at the University that he attends, and his well learned chums, such as a one Mr. Grubbins, we had to get on our way. Ramby and I decided to drive Sir Williams to the animal shelter ourselves, this way he could enjoy the site of Denver. It was a lovely car ride as Sir William Thomas Baxter III told us about drinking scotch with his literature group in the main hall at the University. However, things took a turn for the worse when the afternoon snackes lead to Sir William to have awful gas. Ramby and I could not escape the stinch, our lovely time with Sir William was coming to a abrupt end. We sped on to the shelter, when we arrived Sir William and I struggled over who got to go into the door first. As Ramby signed him in I was cornered my a guy with a picture of a spastic Chihuahua, he told me that his wife wanted the dog. The man then saw Sir William and started to get excited, he told me that this was the dog he wanted as he gripped the picture in his hand. He kept repeating that his wife wanted the dog in the picture while he wanted Sir William. Finnaly a man from the shelter came to escort Sir William to his holding area. Ramby and I said our goodbyes as the man with the picture kept insisting that he wanted Sir William.
Ramby and I sped home while rocking out to Journey with the windows down to let the stench ouot. When we got back to her place it was nappy time.
Ramby and I are sure that Sir William Thomas Baxter III is on a flight home to England right now to be runited with his Lady Elizabeth. Oh how we will miss that lovely gent.
Yes that's right, this handsome gent was a dog. He looked to be a Weimaraner, and only a few years old. He was a beautiful siver grey, with clear light green eyes.
Ramby and I were surprised that he didn't have a coller, he was so well taken care of he had to belong to someone. We were worried about him getting hit by a car on my busy street so we decided to call animal control to come pick him up. They said it would be up to a two hour wait, so we had the pleasure of this kind gent's company for the next hour or so.
I found a long green ribbon to put around his neck as a leash so he wouldn't go running away. It matched his eyes perfectly! The three of us sat outside enjoying the nice weather. As we got to know each other, Ramby and I learned that the dogs name was Sir William Thomas Baxter III. He told us that he was here on holiday from England. The poor gent was missing his Lady Elizabeth whom he had been courting for a few months. In fact he had just given her his pin, so it was starting to get serious.
As we sat there talking I could tell he was very thristy and hungry as well. So Ramby and I decided to share some afternoon snackes with him. Sir William dug into my cat''s food, but I told him that such a distingushed gentleman as himself should not be eating Gibblets n' Gravy. I decided to eat some mashed potatoes, ahile Ramby choose to have some tortilla chips. We both shared our food with Sir William, who enjoyed every bit. Which would later prove to be a lethal combination.
The hour passed with no sign of animal control, and Ramby and I were getting anxious to get down to some serious crafting. As much as we enjoyed Sir Williams tells about his days at the University that he attends, and his well learned chums, such as a one Mr. Grubbins, we had to get on our way. Ramby and I decided to drive Sir Williams to the animal shelter ourselves, this way he could enjoy the site of Denver. It was a lovely car ride as Sir William Thomas Baxter III told us about drinking scotch with his literature group in the main hall at the University. However, things took a turn for the worse when the afternoon snackes lead to Sir William to have awful gas. Ramby and I could not escape the stinch, our lovely time with Sir William was coming to a abrupt end. We sped on to the shelter, when we arrived Sir William and I struggled over who got to go into the door first. As Ramby signed him in I was cornered my a guy with a picture of a spastic Chihuahua, he told me that his wife wanted the dog. The man then saw Sir William and started to get excited, he told me that this was the dog he wanted as he gripped the picture in his hand. He kept repeating that his wife wanted the dog in the picture while he wanted Sir William. Finnaly a man from the shelter came to escort Sir William to his holding area. Ramby and I said our goodbyes as the man with the picture kept insisting that he wanted Sir William.
Ramby and I sped home while rocking out to Journey with the windows down to let the stench ouot. When we got back to her place it was nappy time.
Ramby and I are sure that Sir William Thomas Baxter III is on a flight home to England right now to be runited with his Lady Elizabeth. Oh how we will miss that lovely gent.
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corneilus_wright:
Did you see any shirtless men while rocking out to Journey? 
happyliljo:
:-) Thanks for the welcome!