Puppy Tale
Tonight I walked downtown to make a visit at our local funeral home, for one of my fellow retired school employees, whose sister died. Since I was walking past the police station, on my way to the funeral home, I stopped in and identified myself and asked if the puppy who had come to my home at 4:30 AM one day this week had gotten home again. The man at the desk opened the log book and looked it up and said that the owner was Dale somebody, I didn’t catch the last name, lived on Center Street, didn’t give a number, and they had their dog again. I said I was so relieved because I had promised the dog that he would be OK. I said, "You made him buy the dog a license, didn’t you!" He said, "Oh, yes." I felt good as I went on my way to my destination.
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