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Secure the Ranch
... I rested quietly with a sack of frozen peas on my head, until I remembered Solow.
“Oh, my God, Solow,” I gasped. I hadn’t a clue how he took the crash. I jumped up and raced out the front door. Herbert had the light on in the garage that looked like Hurricane Josephine had hit it. I rounded the truck and opened the passenger door. Solow practically fell out. I helped him to the ground, noticing his whole backside was crimson. I stifled a cry with my hand. Tears welled up as I embraced the best dog-friend a person could have. Down close, hugging him, he smelled like strawberries.
Once I realized Solow was wearing strawberries and a few other food groups, I relaxed considerably. He had polished off a pound of ground round, a pint of ‘cookies and cream’ ice cream and a dozen raw eggs. He had been literally rolling in groceries under the dash. Every dog’s dream!
I walked Solow to the house and introduced him to Mary, then tied his leash to a porch pillar. He looked like he'd been in a food fight and lost....
“Oh, my God, Solow,” I gasped. I hadn’t a clue how he took the crash. I jumped up and raced out the front door. Herbert had the light on in the garage that looked like Hurricane Josephine had hit it. I rounded the truck and opened the passenger door. Solow practically fell out. I helped him to the ground, noticing his whole backside was crimson. I stifled a cry with my hand. Tears welled up as I embraced the best dog-friend a person could have. Down close, hugging him, he smelled like strawberries.
Once I realized Solow was wearing strawberries and a few other food groups, I relaxed considerably. He had polished off a pound of ground round, a pint of ‘cookies and cream’ ice cream and a dozen raw eggs. He had been literally rolling in groceries under the dash. Every dog’s dream!
I walked Solow to the house and introduced him to Mary, then tied his leash to a porch pillar. He looked like he'd been in a food fight and lost....
All about life, mural painting and tracking down the bad guys
“Oh, my God, Solow,” I gasped. I hadn’t a clue how he took the crash. I jumped up and raced out the front door. Herbert had the light on in the garage that looked like Hurricane Josephine had hit it.
“Oh, my God, Solow,” I gasped. I hadn’t a clue how he took the crash. I jumped up and raced out the front door. Herbert had the light on in the garage that looked like Hurricane Josephine had hit it. I rounded the truck and opened the passenger door. Solow practically fell out. I helped him to the ground, noticing his whole backside was crimson. I stifled a cry with my hand. Tears welled up as I embraced the best dog-friend a person could have. Down close, hugging him, he smelled like strawberries.
Once I realized Solow was wearing strawberries and a few other food groups, I relaxed considerably. He had polished off a pound of ground round, a pint of ‘cookies and cream’ ice cream and a dozen raw eggs. He had been literally rolling in groceries under the dash. Every dog’s dream!
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