Spanky

Once there was a dog named Spanky. He was a happy dog. He almost never ate grass. Dogs only eat grass when they are unhappy. Like everything else this is almost true.
Spanky was also a wonder dog. His friends called him Spanky the wonder dog and so shall I.
Spanky the wonder dog found himself in Lahaina one day, so he wandered into a bar called Long E’s. Spanky took a walk on the wild side once and had been to Shortie’s in San Francisco, but Long E’s was nothing like that. He had a beer and a fine supper, for which he paid a fine price. Spanky the wonder dog was chewing on the flesh of a dead animal as many carnivores do when hungry, when he saw a most pleasing female walk by on the sidewalk outside.
Spanky got very excited. Spanky got so excited he almost spilled his beer. He almost ran out after her, but he didn’t. It may have been a good thing too, because in reality she was very mean and lived all alone.
Finishing his meal Spanky the wonder dog left the bar fat and happy, but without his usual wonder dog skills, and stepped into the street they call Front Street.
He was killed instantly by an unobservant tourist in a late model Dodge.