MUDDY'S STORY

I was born in a crossfire hurricane (along with Mick Jagger). Then lots of stuff happened. The end.

HA! We never stop kidding here at Muddy’s. So, in life I had lots and lots of crazy times, and somewhere along the way I found the best companion in the world - who reminded me of me. I said “Hey! Ya wanna come for a real wild ride? Hop on in!” And, SO he did. And then I noticed that he had just been sitting in a big gross puddle consisting of who knows what - and yet - I still loved him despite the stench and hours of scrubbing I foresaw in my future.

No, no, he wasn’t some strapping young man with an obsession for dirt, he was a dog who enjoyed the outdoors as much as I.

I named that dog Muddy, because he was muddy, and made my life, house, friends, shoes and car muddy. We have had many an adventure together, ranging from climbing Everest, to giving the Pope a High Five (back in ’82).

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