Meet Hump
HUMP: ESCAPED… WANTED… AND ON THE LOOSE
Orphaned when still a pup, the mangy mutt spent his youth in and out of foster homes. Hearing of his plight, a prominent blue-blooded Terrier family adopted him in hopes of introducing him to the ways of high society. They spruced him up and named him Humphrey. But while the family’s name appeared in the society pages, Humphrey’s name repeatedly appeared in the police logs. He continually snubbed their pomp and circumstance by refusing to lift his nose and tail at social functions, preferring to sniff the hired help instead. After jumping a foxy poodle lab mix on 13th Street, more disputes followed. Finally Humphrey broke loose and bolted.
He thought he was destined to a life of wandering and loneliness - but life turned out to be a wild ride.
At first Hump drifted, never fitting in. Named Humphrey P. Diddley, he was constantly the butt of jokes. This lead to numerous and vicious fights. Each fight left him a bit more battered and bruised, and a bit more determined to survive. To toughen his image he changed his name to Hump.
Hump stole his first chewy toy when he was only three. He sponged biscuits whenever he could. A one biscuit a day habit soon turn into 10. Before his sixth birthday, he was thrown in jail for trafficking kittens and catnip. It was there that he met Sparky the Dalmatian, an arsonist who was forever banned from riding fire engines. His other jailhouse buddies were all sewn from the same lack of moral fiber.
One night the gang escaped. On the run and flat broke, Hump and his rowdy pack of mutts rummaged through back alley garbage cans searching for scraps. It was behind Enchilada Haven where they met Che the Chihuahua - a little squirt with a big bad attitude.
The band of derelicts traveled from one watering hole to the next, having many dogfights over the babes. The tabloids reported Hump sightings everywhere: At bars, at pool halls, and warm sunny beaches on spring breaks. The cops are still trying to bust Hump and his comrades in crime for their many, many transgressions. Hump's misbehaviors became so legendary that retailers put his name on everything from booze bottles to clothing and more.
The rootless buddies are still wandering and enjoying life. Stay tuned for updates on Hump sightings.
He thought he was destined to a life of wandering and loneliness - but life turned out to be a wild ride.
At first Hump drifted, never fitting in. Named Humphrey P. Diddley, he was constantly the butt of jokes. This lead to numerous and vicious fights. Each fight left him a bit more battered and bruised, and a bit more determined to survive. To toughen his image he changed his name to Hump.
Hump stole his first chewy toy when he was only three. He sponged biscuits whenever he could. A one biscuit a day habit soon turn into 10. Before his sixth birthday, he was thrown in jail for trafficking kittens and catnip. It was there that he met Sparky the Dalmatian, an arsonist who was forever banned from riding fire engines. His other jailhouse buddies were all sewn from the same lack of moral fiber.
One night the gang escaped. On the run and flat broke, Hump and his rowdy pack of mutts rummaged through back alley garbage cans searching for scraps. It was behind Enchilada Haven where they met Che the Chihuahua - a little squirt with a big bad attitude.
The band of derelicts traveled from one watering hole to the next, having many dogfights over the babes. The tabloids reported Hump sightings everywhere: At bars, at pool halls, and warm sunny beaches on spring breaks. The cops are still trying to bust Hump and his comrades in crime for their many, many transgressions. Hump's misbehaviors became so legendary that retailers put his name on everything from booze bottles to clothing and more.
The rootless buddies are still wandering and enjoying life. Stay tuned for updates on Hump sightings.
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