My husband Randy recently gave his friend Jack Frazier a pup. Now this pup was one of our dog Lester’s pups, so you know that’s not gonna be good. Well every few days, we hear from Jack with new tales about his pup.
One day, Randy stopped by and Jack was telling him about weeding the flower bed. He said that pup would slip up behind him every few minutes and bite him on the bottom. And another time, Randy and Ally stopped by to visit and that pup sat beneath Jack’s rocking chair. Every few minutes, it would dart out and bite on his feet.
But the time that takes the cake is the day Jack was trying to dig potatoes. Well, every time he’d get some dug up, that pup would grab a potato and run off into the hay field. Jack running behind it, yelling at the top of his lungs, “Come back here you Randy Farris-looking thing.”
I don’t think he’ll take any more pups from us.