This is Glenn, who in their proper mind, names a dog Glenn. Sounds rather Irish, like there’s a girl over there in the glenn, we should go check her out. Just saying that’s what it sounds like, Irish people speak like that.
Some bonus material:
Downy fabric softener has nothing over on Glenn
Yesterday I was asked/told to go outside so she could visit with her friend Wrench. Some years ago she got into her little 4 banger and went for a ride, ended up at Fort Wilkenson, just over that way.
What she do, she invited wrench and his wifey to coffee, those two still married. I was dropping some items off mothers, spotted a truck in the drive, noticed the plate right away. Walked in, ma, who this bum?
K.I has been closed for more than a few years, Wrench don’t even live in this state, still comes up to see her with his wifey and a dog named Glenn. Thinking it was the JP4 fuel, sniffing way to much.
Sometime I’ll tell you about Dale, I never met Dale, walked in her kitchen once she turned on the light with fan and said
“hi Dale”
he was Army