As a young dog, he d learned some rowdy ways himself and had eventually been arrested. He was too unruly to be adopted, said the police officer. But the judge was a kindly old fellow, and he told Jethro s attorney that if the shaggy dog were to get out of town right now, change his name, and never come back, the town might be able to look the other way. Lickety-split, Jethro hitched a lift aboard the first wagon headed out of town with a certain Mr. Tom Cherry, who said he was headed across state lines for a week of scooping the poop at Best Friends Dogtown. Prospectors say there are golden dog biscuits at Dogtown.
Prospectors say there are golden dog biscuits there.
Just stay on the right side of Sheriff Amra and, why, he might even let you dig for some of them. Jethro soon found himself face to face at the gate with the notorious Sheriff Amra the Malamute. Jethro decided he was a mite hungry, so he saddled on over to Daisy Mae s Saloon, famous for its springhouse water and its doghouse grits. Daisy Mae, the proprietor, met him at the door. You must be ol Jethro.