I wanted to tell you about my 'papers' so I had to ask dad. The conversation went something like this...
Gus:	Dad, what are 'papers'?
Dad:	Well, Gusman, papers tell where you came from, you know, like who your doggymom and doggydad are. Some dogs have 'em and some don't.
Gus:	Do I have 'em?
Dad:	You bet, little guy.
Gus:	Will you give them to me?
Dad:	Nope. Sorry.
Gus:	Why not?
Dad:	'Cause you'll put them in your chops, run around like you've 'got mail', and get them all slobbery.
Gus:	Well then, tell me what they say.
Dad:	OK. Your doggymom, her name is Madeline. She's really lovely and very, very sweet. Last summer she was just hangin' out in her yard down in Charlottesville, VA, chewin' some twigs, watching the birds and listening to them sing. It was a beautiful day and she was feeling a tad 'juicy'. Then her daydreams came true when into the driveway pulled the object of her desires, the Bruce Willis of Golden Retrievers, Boxcar Willie. He was oh-so handsome, a swaggering rogue. They romped, sniffed, and woofed their way through a brief but high intensity love affair. Then Willie just like 'up and split'. About 2 months later your feet hit the floor for the first time.
Gus:	Will I ever meet Madeline or Boxcar Willie again?
Dad:	I don't know. Would you like to?
Gus:	Yeah, that would be 2-cool.
Dad:	I'm sure they would be proud of what a nice dog you're growing up to be.
Gus:	Thanks, dad. I think I'll head up to bed now. G'night.
Dad:	Nite nite, Gus.
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