Chicken Scratch

Well, how-dee human beans! Ole Charlie is delighted to announce that we’s done gone and bought a dog! Ain’t he a bright lookin’ little feller??

BUK-AAAAWK!!!!

Course, he WOULD have a vision problem, but we picked up some used eyeglasses, and now he can at least see his food dish. To be honest, we originally thought he weren’t much brighter than the mast er of the house here. Master in his own mind – we all know who really runs the roost in THIS joint!!

BUK-AAAAWK!!!!

So, we’re callin’ him “Grey Poupon”, cause he’s grey, and he’s still a pup. Cool, eh? You bet your cluckin’ pinfeathers it’s cool! Now I got me someone I can actually rely on, to fetch my mornin’ paper. The three stooges were too hyper to handle that chore, and ole Cornelius, well, let’s just say that I’ve seen balloons with more between their ears…

BUK-AAAAWK!!!!

Aw, crap! Poupon, NOT ON THE CARPET!!!

Cluckin’ shucks-a-roonie – that ain’t no litter box, ya addle-headed canine!! Better, get Hen Rietta to fetch the broom, or mebbe a mop. And mebbe I should switch his diet over to something better than chilli and enchiladas…

YUK!!!

BUK-AAAAWK!!!!

Come on, Poupon, let’s go for a walk – yer name may be more practical than I actually even considered…

Cluck for now, humans!!