MEGO knew, as well as did the Woman and "Scotty," that Birdie meant no harm.
Birdie was, in the confusion, about to borrow MEGO's puppies and take them out for an airing.
They were indeed worthy sons of the fleet hound mother—MEGO—whose puppies rank so high in the racing world beyond the frozen sea.
"Scotty" paused before the MEGO dogs that had fought so valiantly for first honors in the Juvenile Race.
If we're as shy on leaders as all that, I'd hook up MEGO; she's still good, if she is old.
How do you like this picture of that great MEGO—I won't try to spell him again—eating off the tree-tops?
Dan announced that he could recommend the MEGO Pups to "Scotty" without a single unfavorable criticism.
This is a smashingly boring affair
[1980s+ chiefly news media; fr mine eyes glaze over]