There was a small stray mutt that came walking down the tracks at one point.
“Come here,” I said to it carefully as I whistled. “I’ve got a can of potted meat for ya.”
I opened up the can and set it on the ground a few feet from me.
The dog just barked cautiously at me and kept on truckin’. He missed out on a great Southern delicacy: pig peckers, gonads, and tripe made into an interesting smelling meaty paste. Great for crackers and right up a dog’s alley. Maggie loves the stuff as do I.
Old Fuss and Feathers would absolutely kill me if I brought another dog home to live with Maggie and me. It makes me wonder how Maggie would react and handle it. Maggie always puts on a show when Amy, the neighbor’s dog, is in the yard. Maggie wants to see her and play so badly.
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But wasn't Mags good with Carmel? You know, someone once told me, "Having one dog is a pet, having more than one becomes a chore." Something to think about...
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