Not everyone thinks he exists. Among those who do, he is a ghost — nothing but rumors and random sightings, London one day, La Paz the next. He speaks fourteen languages, blends into any crowd, vanishes without a trace. He is everywhere — and nowhere. But no matter where he is or isn’t, one thing is certain: he is a riddle, wrapped in an enigma, served in a mystery with curly fries and a medium Pepsi for a limited time. He is the myth, the legend, known to the criminal underworld only by the whispered name: Mr. Pooters.
Via Twitter.
It’s too early for curly fries. Maybe for lunch?
It’s 5 o’clock somewhere, Allein.
Yeah, but it’s only 9:00 here.
I haven’t even had my tea yet.
You two!! 😀
Snoop Dog.
The Shadow Nose!
😀 😉 ! My Mom would have really appreciated this comment.
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Excellent!
Immediately I thought of this song, Secret Agent Pup.
Who’s the pup that lives a life of bacon?
To everyone he meets he gets some petting.
Secret Agent Pup, Secret Agent Pup
https://youtu.be/XG-VChTYfOk
Lordy .. I must be old .. I remember that song ..
Well, I’m old and I remember that song, too. Welcome to the club.
Mike, you are a joy and a wonder!
And while I’m at it, let me just say how happy everyone at this place makes me. 🙂
After some of Mike’s ponderings, I ‘wonder’ what he has in his coffee mug (hehe)
You’re all on fire today. I’m giggling helplessly at these wonderful comments, while I admire Mr. Pooters’s handsome schnozz.
Indognito.
There’s some quality commenting going on down here today! 😀 😀 😀
He is…the Most Interesting Dog in the World!
Yes!
I’m still giggling to myself re… Mr. Pooters. Thanks Mike! 🙂