Yesterday afternoon Mr. S. Potato took a short tumble when being transported from one dog nest to another. He shattered into pieces and sweet potato dust.
Though the relationship was brief (4 months) Mr. S. Potato will be sorely missed by Stitch the Wonder Dog.
No last words were recorded but we will be putting “I Yam what I Yam”, on his tombstone.
We are asking in lieu of flowers that you pet a dog in Mr. Potato’s name.
The store bought dog toys are in the toy basket gathering dust in spite of my having smeared them with peanut butter and crawling around on the floor with them in my mouth pretending to have a wonderful time. They are not Mr. Potato.
While special relationships are not replaceable, I have put sweet potatoes on the grocery list. One can hope.
We are all just (sweet potato) dust in the wind.