On the Lam: One Cowboy Dan
I've busted out and headed south. The morning temperatures of this place have driven me to madness. Or perhaps it was the scent of a wayward hare that tempted me to finally liberate myself from these shackles of oppression. I'm sure my owner is hoping for my expedited return, but I have some more smells to seek. It's the year, baby.... the wild swinging ought' six. In dog years I just turned 21 so I better go spread my seed and make a name for myself. Maybe I'll be back.... maybe not. Maybe I'm already in the clink. Drop me a note if you see me on the streets, hustlin' my game. //cd.
and an aside from robert: I'm trying to be optimistic about the disappearance of my dog. I keep telling myself that Hayden knows exactly what is going on.