Comments about ‘Dogs were not made to wear togas’

Now there's a catchy title for an article!

Ann, I just love your writing style.

Hilarious, you should write a book!

I'm trying to send my original bad writing entry to you. Here goes: The pungeant odor of singed Alpaca slowly brought Theresa out of her reverie long enough to realize she was not going to make it through the sixty below zero blizzard on Desperation Pass unless she was brave enough or callous enough to eat her friend, Anna, the goat.
By the way, loved the column on dogs and togas. I don't know if you needed more than my email for the contest.