Cowpoke Clyde & Dirty Dawg
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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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This is a Children's book that I read to my son's. Quite often it is Count Put Clyde and Dirty Dog, written by lorry Mortensen Kalpoe clod propped up his feet. His house was clean, his George complete. He even washed the kitchen floor and shoot. The horse flies out the door that right behind his cooking pot, he'd spot one thing he plumb forgot. Oh, dog, his faithful snoring friend all caked with mud from end to end. Claude looked around his toddy shack. I'll scrubbing down, then come on back, eat my soup and taking that. Why Washing dog that'll be a snap clot. Cetus Hatton grabbed Roop, filled some buckets and snatched the soap. But right before he sprung his plan, Old Dog woke up and off. He ran, spilling all the black bean soup shooting through the chicken coop. Chicken spurned feathers flew, stirring up a filthy brute. Gadzooks yelled, Climb the ST no joke. Come back here, boy, and get your soak. But Dog ignored his mighty police. Instead, Dog left a trail, a flea's pesky please, that jumped and bit fleas that calls the scratch and fit cloud called a dog don't run away come get your bath and then we'll play dog pay no mind. So with the cry, Claude swung his wrote and let it fly straight at the only dirty old dog but missed his mark and root the hog. Ah, hog so big it snapped the rope. A hawk that skittered in the soup. Soon chickens, fleas and one fat hall. We're all getting soaked. Instead of that dog clock, curled his lip and said his brow. He'd get that dog some way somehow. Come on now, boy, he called Real sweet. Come here and get your favorite treat. I got a bone, some jerky to smell it. See it? It's just for you, dog sniffed the air across the flats, But instead of dull claw, Clyde caught six cats. Six cats that hissed influx their tails. Six cats, the toppled soapy pales. Now chickens flee six cats and ah, hall. We're all getting soaked. Instead of that, no cloud came up with the perfect trip. He climbed aboard his wagon. Quick, this will full old dog! He cried. Get up now, boy, let's take a ride. Dog circled round and twitched a near Claude boat, his time till dog came near then, just like some pathetic bull clots knees and started his old mule. Um, you'll that Brayden broke the hits. A mule that kick clot in a ditch. Now chickens, cats, a mule in the hall. We're all getting stooped. Instead of that dog clot curses mule and tucked in his shirt, wiped off feathers, furs and dirt. Fine, he yelled. I don't care! Not he kicked. The pale old dog had one clot. Shoo the chickens, cats and home and swarm. One day he get that dog. That's when it hit him like a joke. Forget it, dog. Maybe I'll take a soak. He cleared the mess and grab some grub, heated water and filled the tub, then soak in sweet. Beneath the noon, he warbled out a cap up to a tune that rattled like a snake, a tune that set the stars to shake the lightning quick. A Jalan sound split the night and shook the ground, and with an awful splash, Cloud knew he wore alone. Now there was two that soaked beneath the moon and to that light toe how and crew. And ever since that fateful night, cowpoke Claude and dog don't fight because when they're filthy, head to toe clod and dog, nowhere to go. The end