I wake up in a paranoid burst. It's a frequent occasion, usually inspired by some real life activity. In this case their are people talking at the bus stop and the motion lights are setting off. I peer out the window to survey the landscape, like a kid gauging the chance of a snow day.
There is a big dog running back and forth by our fence. I initially think this is our new dog Zeke, but am corrected when I notice Zeke with our other meager pups scoping out the scene from a distance. There is a random 60 lb dog that has found its way into our compound.
Now I'm thinking some chronic brought his dog onto our property so he can drop a deuce and hump our pooches. So I head out on the roof in my skivvies to look for trespassers and check the gates. The gates are closed and there is no one out there but freaking Beethoven.
All dogs do not go to heaven, they somehow show up at our house, deposit some fresh steamers, and encourage our own pups to treat the house like a celebrity rehab facility coming and going as they please
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