Yesterday, Scooter Sublime had his teeth cleaned. He wasn’t happy
All in PUPPY: SCOOTER SUBLIME
Scooter’s Happiness Regime begins about fifteen minutes after his night’s sleep ends
Scooter said, “Here’s the problem, Mom. There’s an odor in the house, and I recognize it. Otis.”
SEVENTY! Seventy times now, my mom and I have posted news about my life
“I thought the Ciabatta was your favorite” I said.
“It was.”
“What happened?”
If the above paragraph resonates with you, if you can hardly wait . . .
My mom and I were playing catch in Otis’s back yard. My mom’s a terrible tosser.
“The picture you see here from Santa Fe is me, laying in a bed of clover,”
“Still, it was pretty funny,” said Scooter. “Until I hear you say that bad word.”