Fun with Miss Heather and Spike and the Good Little Doggies – (Dick and Jane were there as usual)

 

 

I know I promised I’d take the day off but this was just fun and easy and brought back a of happy memories.

This little dittie is dedicated to the very chic Miss Heather and Fabulous Jane Cantillon and don’t forget the handsome Dickie

I hope you have as much fun reading it as I had writing it.

Sorry, please give me just a little room for now, I’m just too tired to proof it this morning but I’ll get to it eventually…

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Fun With Miss Heather and Spike and the Good Little Doggies

Look at Spike….with his pork pie hat. He was always my favorite date between lovers, and he always was happy to be there at my Friday night Cocktail parties
during the summer of ’83…

Right about those cocktail parties Miss Heather. I remember eagerly waiting all week for Friday night so I could show up just that late and sit in your salon in the best chair in perfect black tie and hold court all night with my knees crossed just right to discreetly show my new men’s silk evening stockings without letting the knee garters appear. God forbid…

Of course you didn’t need the chair.

No one else would have dreamed of sitting in it.

You were far too busy flitting around doing your social butterfly hostess dance routine while six or seven of your only the handsomest young male admirers followed you around like a herd of well trained puppy dogs, anxiously awaiting the slim chance of getting to obey your every command

down boys, down…

sit boys, sit..

good doggies…

now run fetch me another cocktail…

let’s see…

ok.

you…

you’ve been a good little doggie all night…

you go get my cosmo…

don’t worry that bartender…

you know the one with the dimples…

and the tiny little buns..

he’s been here before…

he’ll know just how to shake it…

there you go…

that’s a good boy…

run along now…

there ya go…

mind you don’t spill a drop on this clean, soft deeply piled white rug that Daddy just had installed for me…

that’s a gooood boy…

off with you now…

Hellooooo dahling!!!

thought you’d never get here!

now the party can really get started.

looooove that gown dahling!

new?…

simply mashing on you!

sssshhhh…

see that cow…

if she has another cocktail gown I’VE sure never seen it…

Spike dahling…

how’s the cocktail holding up?…

two drops Miss Heather…

ta dahling…

doggie!…

fetch Spikey a martini…

vodka…

dry…

up…

good boy!…

careful, don’t spill…

murmer murmer…

puff puff…

tap tap…

clink clink…

kiss kiss…

let’s dance!

—–love, Spike

❀️

 

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