LOTTIE HAS LOTS OF DOTTIE (s). HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I am such a favorite around here for my particular brand of dog jokes which I learned on the road when I was hoboing around this fine state. Like: My karma ran over my dogma. HAHAHAHAHA! Didn’t like that one? .... How about: What happened when the dog went to the flea circus? He stole the show. HAHAHAHAHA. Oh my. I’m wiping my brow.
Have it in ya for one more? Okay......let’s see. Oh! Right! What happens when it rains cats and dogs? You can step in a poodle! Ohhhhhhhh. Gasp. Wheeze. Ahhhhhhh. Wowzer. Okay. Okay. I give. ONE MORE! If there is H2O on the inside of a fire hydrant, what is on the outside? K9P. A real howler! I can’t take any more. Really. I’m serious. Asthma attack coming on. Bronchial inhaler at the ready.
But that’s my nature: lovable, funny, always up for a good laugh, bouncy, playful, and with a smile -–see my Tessa picture?—that shines through rain or shine. There was quite a kerfuffle over my name. Because I have ears just like “The Flying Nun,” one silly willy named Lilly from Philly wanted to name me Sally....Fields. But she was outvoted because everyone likes my polka dotted fur, so Lottie the Dottie won out.
I am one year old—perrrrrrfect age for adoption. I am as sweet as they come, says Mama Teresa—THE expert on sweetness. And I long to be a part of someone’s life—my wet nose will wake you up in the morning, my wagging tail will greet you at the door, my lively eyes will beg for a piece of your chicken breast, and my light snuffling snore will calm your nights.
Okay. Okay...if you insist! One more joke to close: How does a dog stop a video? It presses the paws button. CAN YOU STAND IT??!!
Wait! I hear Saturday Night Live is calling. For the sake of diversity, they want a dog writer. I accept! But only if I’m not adopted by YOU!
Lottie the Dottie One
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