Labradoodle & Goldendoodle Forum
This story began in another discussion.
Add your paragraph and pictures to each persons previous paragraph to continue the story.
An old English Dood was best buddies with his companion the Blueblood. In the mid of day, they liked to laze around with a lovely cup of tea which Donna poured for them from the dish..........
Tags:
She would now dress up Ol English Dood as a pair of high heels and feed him to all the puppies
Donna was staring at the thousands of pairs of high heels in her closet, distraught and puzzled. It felt like only yesterday she'd been giving tea to an Old English Dood and a Blueblood, and now her life had changed beyond recognition. She decided x=D+% and stuff like that, so decided to call upon a friend whose name was merely an initial and another friend whose undercover name was L's spouse. Within minutes...
(Joanne got us into this last mess now let er get us out of it.)
(Ha! Ha! Ha!!!)
agreed :)
the winds picked up and several pieces of siding flew off the house creating a large...
mess under which Donna's friends, who were coming to her rescue, were buried.
***RECAP***
Donna, who seems to be a happy woman in the beginning, serves tea on some beautiful china to her two dogs.
Later, she meets a handsome man who has a wolfhound.
The man turns out to be a pretentious, sadistic jerk who dyes his hair and works as a Wal Mart greeter.
Donna overlooks these apparently minor flaws, they elope and marry in Vegas. (Doesn’t seem like they knew each very long–what an impulsive girl!)
Somehow, the marriage doesn’t seem to be valid, or the story has a flashback, and the husband is again a fiancee.
Donna suddenly decides to kill him. (Yes, definitely an impulsive girl!)
How does she go about this? She decides to disguise the guy as a pair of shoes and feed him to her dogs! (Okay–this girl is way past impulsive! Not only that, somewhere along the way she seems to have gotten her financee confused with one of her dogs–the old English Dood. Scary.)
Donna’s house is damaged in a wind storm, and the friends who came to her rescue are buried. (Sad, but one has to wonder if these were the same friends who turned on her earlier, a single-initial friend who referred her in her time of need to somebody named Joanne, or another fair-weather friend who just laughed at her...you be the judge.)
Pat, I wish I had this on an audio tape :)
Hey I believe two of your relatives have just been maligned in this recap!
A good story is a good story....what can I say?? LOL
© 2025 Created by Adina P. Powered by