Freckles Guthrie
I used to sing to Freckles when he was a ‘lil pup, I’d hum ‘n hold ‘n hug ‘n often whisper, “yo bud, what’s up?” He was mortified of thunder and any loud PA-PoPs! Like men shooting clays at Weeburn country club. He ran to get the paper, of which he was so eager, he’d […]
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