It’s lucky for Joe that winter is coming on. If Charlie catches him wallowing in the hosta bed again, he might not make it, at that.

Joe’s given name is Jolteon, a Pokemon character. I can’t say I see the resemblance, but I didn’t know him as a puppy. When he was a puppy, I mean, not when I was a puppy. Not that I was ever a puppy. I mean, I didn’t know Joe when he–Joe–was a puppy.

See the resemblance? Me neither.

Here is a song I posted earlier on my defunct blog. Sadly, it is still relevant.

Ballad of a Doomed Dog
by Marian Allen

Hang down your head, you Joe-dog,
Hang down your head and whine.
Hang down your head, you Joe-dog,
Poor dog, your butt is mine.

Caught him in the garden
Mashing down the plants
If he’d been wearing trousers,
I’d-a kicked him in the pants.

(Chorus)

Lily-of-the-Valley,
Hosta, moss and fern–
Joe will nap upon them.
–Dog, you’re a-gonna burn.

(Chorus)

Every time I catch him,
He slopes off with looks of shame
Says, “If it’s a plant bed,
What have I done to blame?”

Hang down your head, you Joe-dog,
Hang down your head and whine.
Hang down your head, you Joe-dog,
Poor dog, your butt is mine.

When the winter comes, the hostas will be gone, and Joe may live to see another season.

In other news, Mom and I watched GASLIGHT with Ingrid Bergman and Charles Boyer last night. I mean, last night, Mom and I watched GASLIGHT starring Ingrid Bergman and Charles Boyer. Chilling and wonderful.

WRITING PROMPT: Watch GASLIGHT. How do you know Gregory is a stinker from the first, even before the letter?