28th
August
2015
A squeal against the howling
Please pardon the dog; he’s a bit stressed. Something about a full moon and the coyote chorus change him, into a squealing mass of nerves. Not sure if he wants us to challenge the locals for “top of the heap”, or try it himself. In any case, the wind has died, and the rest of us refuse to feed mosquitoes while he makes up his mind. Just move along.
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