What do a pack of wiener dogs and a big boob of a human have in common? A lot, but the pack is smarter.

by Ken Carpenter

My offerings for today include two tales which prove that not only is it easy to outwit me, but it can be done by dogs and/or one bare bosom. Woe is me.
The weenie dog story is from 2005, about a year after I got married to Joy. The pack was kind enough to let her become our queen, but they did not forget to remind me occasionally that as a king I had a few shortcomings.
The boob account covers two of the species. One is me and the other is a “get in the door free card.” Both manage to put me in my place.

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