Oh Beluga, how proud I am to be your father. How you scamper down the street with your stubby overfed legs, barely clearing the ground as you stumble along waiting for the morning relief.

How spectacular a creature you are, majestic in your obese stomach, dragging along the concrete. As you trot along in the city of Manassus

with your lovely brother Frankie. Such a wonderful morning you gave me today, Beluga.

For the first time ever I think I appreciated your quality of form.

You're a magnificent specimen. One of a kind. Someone that should be put in a museum, someone who should be cherished, a canine above

all canines. But that is not why I pay tribute to you today, Beluga. I pay tribute to you because you did something not even

mere humans can do. You are a fantastic creature because not only did you squat halfway through our morning jog and

relieve a copious amount of poo you did it five minutes later in the same amount. That's right. Two full bowel movements not small not just a little dollop now. I'm talking about two full prodigious coils dropped on my walk today. I salute you

Baluga O'Mera. For even on my days, there has to be at least an hour or so in between them.

And it's just amazing to me that you not only squatted in front of Martha's yard down the street, but not five minutes later you squatted in the

lawyer's office yard and dropped the same coil.

Bravo, Baluga.

Baluga with your bald-eyed stare, Baluga with your coat of black.

What a magnificent creature you are.

Once again, a round of applause.

Yeah, thank you.

Just had to do that. Yeah, I just had to you know I had to say that. It was it was truly an amazing morning to to be out with Beluga. You'll understand why that is normally what Carla does in the morning she that's why she is the dog

whisper today I was Carla's bitch oh really as a matter of fact I will probably be Carlos bitch during the entire summer.

Ooh. Okay.

Damn!

Details coming later.

Time for our birthdays though.

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