Dogton Abbey Blog, Were The Pups Way Back Wed Or Did They Just A Pup Bred?

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Episode 2 Series 5, Were The Pups Way Back Wed Or Did They Just A Pup Bred?

Bonsoir mes amis, it is I Her-Clue Paw-Row. My brain has worked once more with its’ normal brilliance. Mes petit, what will you? You fix upon me a look of doglike devotion and demand of me a pronouncement a la Sherlock Holmes! Eh bien, I will tell you whether the pups were wed or did Flossy The Flapper Slapper live up to her name?

For mes cheris, practically speaking, I know everything! The Foxy Flossy had her eye on a bigger pie, the Weenie gazillions but Grand Pa Meany Weenie was not called so for nothing. Alas they did not get wed and she was misled and with a puppy bred, sped with fleeting paws to the shame of the family.

Then we found that Flossy The Slapper Flapper a puppy bred Macaulay Crawley. Together with Shady Lady and with borrowed loot life was a hoot and round the world they did commute. For the family that was the last straw and their anger would not thaw. 

But worse was to come when Brawley Crawley to Smart Tarts’ charms did succumb. They’d hustle and cheat and their friends they mistreat and eventually could not escape the heat.

 He was in the mob and did rob and got shot down by the mob leaving poor Smart Tart to sob.

So these are the troubles that started the family rift which left them miffed and now we see why Crawly Crawely and Bhaa-rd  Ma Ewe-ing are adrift searching a way out of a life of thrift. For they are broke and it is no joke. They must now go back to Dogsville in the state of Texas for they will never gets their mitts on Barka Levinsons bits.

With that Bhaa-rd  Ma Ewe-ings’ dreams of life as a gazillionaires’ wife bought her nothing but strife. They packed their rags in a couple of tattered bags and headed home a pair of miserable scags. 

Bonne chance mes amis, it is I Her-Clue Paw-Row. The matter I say has been marvelously concluded thanks to my little grey cells. The Weenie fortune is safe once more. But I cannot, truly I cannot, sit in a chair all day reflecting how truly admirable I am so with that mes amis I and Ms lemon are off on a well earned holiday.

Next week the family try and get back to some normality. More peasant pheasant shooting and more dreary dinners. Big hats, rubbish accents and lots of limps from Mr.Bites. What has Mrs.Petmore been up to in Dantes’ Inferno…..Hells’ Kitchen? Stay tuned as life’s sure is a bitch when you are rich and you live in Dogton Abbey.