I stayed up late last night, with my family, to watch an old movie named Grease. A wonderful love story it was. I’m thinking a lot about my time together with my family this morning, as I lay on the operating table. I’m not really sure what is about to happen, except that they tell me I will be getting a new hip. My eyes begin to close, and as I think about the movie, I begin to dream of my perfect mate.

As quickly as my eyes close, I awake in a bright new world… My hips feel great. New movement, no pain, a new me. I jump the fence and begin my journey down the Beaulevard, from the east coast, to the west, in search of my dream. I just don’t know who she could be, or even what her name is. Someday though, I know it will come to me. I continue past the Beauling alley and head west. Somehow, Sandyego sounds like the place I should go. Perhaps I can find my love there. I know it will be a long trip, so I decide to dress warm, for the cold weather.

In a dumpster, I find an old suit, apparently worn by Sandyclaus. I put the hat on, and continue on my way. Some children are playing in a Sandy-box, so I stop to visit. They were really having a good time, but their mom got a little mad when they shook a little Sandy out of their shoes onto her rug. I got out quick. As my journey continues, I walk along a riverbank. It is starting to swell, so the towns folk are stacking some Sandy-bags along the edge, to stop the flooding. It is terrible. I’ll help for a while, but I must go on. I know that somewhere out there is my mate. I wish I knew who she is. Woof, I don’t even know her name.

Anyway, as I move along, I meet a carpenter. He is a nice fellow, and I am helping him out a lot. He is finishing off some cabinets, so I bring him his Sandy-paper, every time he needs a new sheet. At lunch, we are going to watch Wheel of Fortune. That is one of my favorite shows. My favorite games are ones that have an amperSandy in the middle of the answer.

It is morning now, and I must continue my journey west. What a Beautiful country we have. I especially love the Sandystone deserts, and running through the Sandy dunes of Arizona. When I get to California, I will go to a shell shop and look at some Sandy dollars.

I feel like I am trying to crawl from quickSandy , as I begin to wake. I am still thinking about the movie I saw, where the two high school kids were so much in love. I hope I can find her soon. And then I see her. I know it is her right away. Standing tall, in front of Ridell High, my love to be. She stands there, right leg shaved, skin silky smooth, a paw on one hip. I look at my own leg, staples down the side, and then at hers. She looks my square in the eyes and says “Tell me about it stud”

Wow, and I’m losing control.

We walk together, along the beach, through the Sandy Castles, till the night fades away.

Beau and Sandy, together at last.