tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34553212.post2783758164401452411..comments2023-04-03T14:35:39.389+01:00Comments on It's a Dog's Life (Living with The Dog Lady): Person ScreamedPiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06209828523204171794noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34553212.post-51981910522800994062015-12-11T16:47:55.707+00:002015-12-11T16:47:55.707+00:00I did think of blaming it on Pickle, but he may no...I did think of blaming it on Pickle, but he may not be tall enough. You are a very lucky dog Doyle. I would LOVE to be a Camp Dog. Lots of Fuss, Lots of Food, Lots of Adventure. Piphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06209828523204171794noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34553212.post-48559117167160326792015-12-10T12:41:22.960+00:002015-12-10T12:41:22.960+00:00Pip - Why did you pee in your person's boot?
D...Pip - Why did you pee in your person's boot?<br />Dudley and I had a good time with our man person at Deer Camp. Our person doesn't shoot, he cooks. No one got a deer, so no venison treats or blood. We got to stay up late and sleep with person in his bunk. All the other persons there liked us and slipped us food though our person told them not to. We were very tired and smelled like campfire when we got home. There is a lot to watch over when we are camp dogs. Doyle<br /><br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com