The dawg is wondering about the Royal Wedding, and wondering why he didn't get an invitation. He tell me that he's descended from royalty, his forebears being the dogs who kept the Royal Mongolian kitchens. He alleges that his title is Earl BeauDog of Mongolia, but realizes he's in exile, overseeing the family interests in central Louisiana.
Still, he's concerned about the invitation. There must be some problem with the mail in this dreadful province. In honor of the wedding, he decided to sit for a portrait.
Very regal, don't you think? The invitation will probably arrive next week. **sigh**
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