You've heard how no matter how many attaboys you have accumulated, it only take one awshit to wipe them all out. Well, Sunday morning my slate was wiped clean. Let me tell you about it.

Mom and Dad were having a garage sale that morning. Mom decided that a few donuts would taste good with the coffee whilst waiting for customers. Dad picked up on this instantly (he's not as dumb as he looks) and shot over to Safeway to buy a dozen. When he came home, he put four on a plate and left the box on the kitchen counter. I guess he didn't realize that I have a weakness when it comes to donuts.

About ten minutes later, he came in to snag an apple fritter only to find the empty box in the midst of a chocolate, jelly, and powdered sugar mess on the kitchen floor. The other eight donuts were missing in action. Dad then had the audacity to call me a donut thieving son of a bitch. We was 2 for 2 on that one. Not bad for him. Meanwhile, I was stretched out on the patio with the beginnings of a sugar buzz and gut ache that wouldn't quit (burp), but I'm fine now. I really only intended to have one or two, but when the box fell and everything spilled onto the floor I figured they wouldn't want them anyway. In for a penny, in for a pound is what I say.

They didn't sell everything so I hope they have another sale soon. Only next time, I hope Dad gets Krispy Kremes, warm ones.

You girls take care, and thanks again for all the nice things you do for us Airedales. We really appreciate it. Be good to your pets. Be good to each other. We're all in this together.

I remain, your sugar coated friend,

Bert

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