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Beware of fair-weather dogs
Mr. Joe pretty much owns this town.
While he may not have any paperwork to prove it, he claims every bit of land we’ve ever walked past, so yeah, he’s a real-estate-rich little son-of-a-bitch.
Yes, of course his mother was a bitch.
Don’t you know anything about female dogs?
I generally walk my two dogs, Cashew and Mr. Joe, twice a day, regardless of the weather. If I have to step into heavy boots and roll my body into many layers of wool in order to survive subzero temperatures, I do it.
That’s not my choice. It’s that my dogs go crazy if they don’t get their walks.
As we amble around, Joe struts his stuff with military bearing. He knows the location of every dog in this neighborhood. Cashew tries to sniff every single blade of grass. Individually.
Right now is perfect dog-walking weather.
The sun is out, it’s warm, and there’s a tiny breeze that wafts the scent of all the flowering trees throughout the neighborhood. I even put on shorts for the first time this year.
