Spunky the Wonder Dog, Smelly Saga...

I always had such hopes and dreams of Spunky wearing

this little sweater as he trotted down the highway to 

town every day.  But apparently Spunky had hopes and

dreams that did not include wearing a sweater.  He shed

this sweater in his doghouse before leaving for work

one happy day.

You can see that Spunky appears to be most ashamed and

humiliated to be seen in these stripes.  I thought it fit 

perfectly and left plenty of room for his hobby of marking

all tires, all bushes, and anything that dared to stand still.

Since I relayed this tale on Ree's site recently, I thought

I better finish it here. 

Spunky loved to roll around in anything dead he could 

find.  So his habit of trapsing into town every day gave

him plenty of opportunity to find roadkill and such lovely

items to drench his body with.  One day, he must have found

a super stinky find to roll in.  When he arrived at my husband's

shop he greeted the guys with joy and a special odour.  After

staying there several hours, the guys had all they could take.

They sent Spunky out of the shop with orders to go home.

Spunky, being the very social dog, decides to head across the

highway to main street.  He enjoyed exploring the alleys and

quite possibly the sidewalks.  I never got to witness this too

many times but this day I did.  I just happened to be going to

the bank drive-thru and I am sitting there.  A bank clerk looks

out and sees Spunky and says, "Isn't that your dog?"  I look and

yes there is Spunky checking out the garbage and some stray

cats in the alley.  I laugh and say, "Yes, that is."  So I finish my

business and drive out the alley from the bank.  I stop and say

hi to Spunky and he begins to follow my van.  I turn down main

street and park at the Dollar Store.  Spunky is right there happy

to see me uptown.  I go into the store and begin to shop.  Shortly

thereafter, someone opens the door and in runs Spunky.  I forgot

to mention that I had talked to my husband at lunch and he had

told me how they had run Spunky out of the shop that day because

of his stench.  So I knew he stunk.  stank?  Well, anyway, Spunky

comes running down the aisles until he gets to me.  He is so happy!

I turn quickly and walk to another aisle because here come the

store clerks chasing Spunky.  I pretend that I don't know who

this dog belongs to.  Not mine!  They are laughing and they have

to grab his collar to get him out of the store.  Now they are 

talking about who he might belong to.  I slowly exit the store,

not buying anything.  Spunky is waiting for me.  I get in my 

van and drive down main street with Spunky walking right

behind my van down the middle of main street.  Whose dog

is that?  Could this be a clue?  Spunky had many adventures

and I will continue in the future.  He was full of spunk!