So I talked to my neighbor. The conversation, paraphrased from memory,
went something like this.
“Hi. I think your dog got out the
other night. He was on my back porch.”
“You saw Tito? Was he okay?”
“I guess? I just saw him for a second out my window.”
“Listen, if you see him again, call
us, any time. He’s been missing for more
than a week now.”
“What? No, I’m sorry. I meant your new dog. The bigger one.”
“We don’t have another dog.” We
both gave each other Am-I-In-A-Room-With-A-Crazy-Person looks, and then I apologized
for my mistake and left. The black dog
had been in the yard when I arrived, but was nowhere to be seen when I left.
I don’t know. Maybe I’m cracking up. I’m going to go out with my friends tonight
and just try to relax and have a good time.
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