Westminster Dog Show

It’s winter and I feel out of my mind.  I call T and start up with my stuff.  “I’m going to end up on the street with my really nice wardrobe.”  I’m having nightmares at night.  I keep having this feeling that people are taking things out my refrigerator.

“That’s a nightmare. Its where you keep your shoes.”  I know T  was concerned.  Let’s meet at the Barking Dog.  Right now.” 

“I’m  on my way” I yelp.

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