A rambling and often incoherent journey into the mind of a Tennessee Cattle Dog/Blue Tick Coonhound mix with a face only a mother could love (and an insatiable taste for beer).
Saturday, May 23, 2009
Why Beer is Good for You
It is good. I love it. Angels sing when the foamy bubbles they touch my sweet little lips. It is all I can do to contain myself when Mr. Man drinks the perfection that is Dos Perros. I want to eat his face. Won't someone please help me?