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This one’s for Jeff, who likes signs.
Archive for February, 2006
Clem’s Back
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We found her that same day. Which is to say, I found her. Meaning, of course, that our new neighbors found her. They had her on a leader in their back yard, bless their hearts, but the little bitch (Clem, that is) didn’t bark or anything when I went by shouting her name the first fourteen times. Fifteenth times, charms and all that.
Anyway, looking at how the wife spoils that dog, it’s hard to believe she’d want to tunnel out under the fence and be gone. But she probably saw a squirrel, so all bets were off.
That is one lazy bitch. (Clem, that is.)
