oh, to be Henry

my dog henry is a cockapoo………….rescued me and he’ll rescue you

good old boy henry

my dog henry avoids the sun his hair is black and he gets too warm, he’d rather relax under the fan, clean his feet and sleep all he can

good old boy henry

not to fond of staying in the yard, see’s a crack in the gate and he’s off on a juant

good old boy henry

we should be so lucky to have his life, all the food he wants and snacks and delights……….

minus the time he spends licking his private parts we would do well to have such a life, no cares, no bills and safe place to sleep at night……

good old boy henry……………….for the love of God……..it’s still there