There was a little girl named penny. She

The boy next door was named Nickel. He had his eye on Penny. She was cute, different from the other little girls living in his neighborhood. Those other girls were a dime a dozen.

But Penny's bigger sister Pound was a problem. Nickel wanted to ask Penny out to see the quarterhorses race but the rumor was that if you were in for a Penny

You would need a refreshing lemon juice and baking soda bath. Then you would be the sparkly bell of the ball, with newly minted copper curls. Pound was always so posh.

The dog's name was Winchester. He claimed to a Blue Hound with papers, but he was a mutt. He called the Pound, "The Spa." He wore a smoking jacket and smoked a pipe. The other

mutts let him have his fantasies; what else was there for the likes of them? If stretching the truth a little helped Winchester the "Blue Hound" they wouldn't burst his bubble.

He did that all by himself when he started working himself into the other dog's fantasies. He was so strongly there in his own dreams that he never imagined being the outsider in a

House with two pit bull boxers. Tank was happy to fold stories and started a website, www.foldingdogs.com. the other dog signed up unknowingly and so they both contributed. Their

stories were mostly of the scatalogical kind, as one might have guessed. The two pit bull boxers tended to write about butt pill boxes, but Tank was a little more creative.

He would rather right about bowling pins growing arms and rebelling against the ball that knocked them down so often. Tank set to work, creating his characters and writing his