Jethro Clampett drives up in front of the mansion with a bunch of canines in the bed of the pickup. Jed ponders it for a bit and finally slowly says…
“Weeelllll dogies.” My quiet, soft spoken, never let anything ruffle his feathers father just about busted a gut. One of the fondest memories of my childhood. ������
And Elly May wasn’t bad either.
