I'm no mutt, no disrespect intended fellow doggies, but I sure can strut. I swore I heard a cute girl dog ask me if I wanted some fries with my shake. I can't help it, a basset's gotta strut. It was bred into us way back when we only spoke french. Anyway, back to the point...My mom took me out with all the other lunatic parents (her words, not mine, no hate mail please) and their four legged children to the Indianapolis Motor Speedway last Sunday. Mom gave me two rules to follow while we were there. 1- No pit stops on the famed yard of bricks & 2- Sniff out Helio Castroneves, just in case he came to Indy early. I followed the first rule but couldn't find Helio. I think mom was disappointed. Don't be misled by the pic's folks. It almost gives a hint that there was sunshine that day, THERE WASN'T. Thank heaven mom forgot the shampoo, she mentioned the...dun duh duh...B word! Don't make me spell it out for you gang. Scary stuff! Ok, back to my nap. I just wanted to let you all know I can strut!
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