My Bertie likes to enjoy the best that life has to offer. Even though his private dining room is next to the dryer, he still wants an elegant atmosphere so I have obliged. Over his purple china dishes, a "chandelier" of black crystal hangs. It's actually an arm which broke off of a chandelier which my father made into a sconce.
The walls are adorned with images he would find pleasing--a framed print of a Westie and a framed photo of the two of us from his fifth birthday party. So, as he dines from his bowls atop his own, special, Water Hog placemat, he can feel like a king.
APRIL FOO... no, wait...
This is true.
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