In last week’s installment of our canine triptych we extolled the many virtues of Pearl the Dog. We now turn to Silver the Weenus, a purebred Weimaraner, whose very faint grasp of reality was a daily source of enjoyment for the family and many QuipTide readers.
Louie and the Weenus
I say this lovingly, but Silver was not the sharpest knife in the drawer. Her elevator didn’t quite reach the top floor. She was a couple of cans shy of a six-pack. That said, she was the smilingest thing I’ve ever met.
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