For the canines out there I am 35 years old. For the homosapiens I am merely 5 years old. I assume this blog readership will surely cross species lines. For those of you yet to enjoy me, let's catch you up to speed.
In early May I had had enough of my former living situation and took the opportunity to escape. It was a daring escapade worthy of Steve McQueen. In the interest of confidentiality and those who may be on the hunt for me I will only refer to my former life in hints and riddles when necessary.
I made my way to the Sunshine Terrace area of town as I knew it to be a good one having summered there in my youth. Unfortunately, luck was not on my side. I spent one quarter of a fortnight meandering through the heat of day and the darkness of night. I am not meant for the savagery of outdoor living and just when I thought I must be on my last leg a motherly woman came upon me. She took me in to her quaint home. But, to my horror she had children! I have very little patience for these tadpole like creatures with their running and playing and general mischief.
Like Bill Clinton responding to sex scandal allegations I wiggled my way out of there. Finding a small opening in the fence I managed to jackknife my way through. I scooted quickly across the ground showing my captors my best feature kissing them goodbye.
After two more days on the lam, a beautiful woman in a magenta aged teri cloth robe caught my eye. I allowed her to catch me and soon felt again the warm embrace of a woman. It felt right.
She lives in a charming stone house
