The Score

Ahhhh, our morning coffee/bacon/walk. Meandering through the park on the way home, smelling stuff, Ruby spots a policeman she fancies. Off she goes and I’m freaking out as my dog bounds toward this guy… in the all-white uniform… visions of muddy paw prints on crotches being the least of my immediate worries. Ruby is notContinue reading “The Score”

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