Howdy, how're you going?
I was thinking outside the square the other day, not an extraordinary occurrence, wondering what kind of role Poppy (my mad crazy dog) could have usefully played in society in her younger days. Now, she's a bit like a fart in a jar at a caucus meeting waiting to be let out.
So, I wondered how she would go as a:
Guide dog: I came to the conclusion that she would be excellent for visually-impaired people wishing to compete in the 100m hurdles at the Olympics.
