A Diamond In The 'Ruff'

A diamond is now in the ruff. I'll be '-innie the pooh' tomorrow to stay out of the dog house, so she won't think I lost it at a cat house. That is Bull-winkle beside a herd of meese. Dr. Pepper was sitting on the coffee table, so I psyched the couch into shrinking my mind and unwound, where 'finger lickin good' chicken scented fingers dangled. A passing canine removed it in a single lap as smooth as a talented pick-pocket, swallowing the canary like a grinning teen with a tongue ring. A meal of gold in a thin circle that I hope cycles and comes through the back door sooner than later, when I will then become the retriever.