Pepe Le Pue

Dave Dog got into the paint. That damn dog, he is now in his teenage years and he is acting up. The other day he disappeared for 45 minutes. We looked all over for him; I even drive down to the Dog Mushing Hall. No Dave. Felt like an idiot, with my head out the window of the car screaming Dave Dog, driving down Farmers Loop Rd. When I got home, here comes Dave, tail waging. I know in a few months. I’m going to read in the free ads in the News-Miner, “Free to good home puppies, pure bread and that damn neighbors dog.” Our little boy is growing up so fast.
Here is his impression of Pepe Le Pue.