Sat, 11/07/2020 - 10:15am

Now my dog Max is writing a “Heist Novel” about stealing a spiral ham from our fridge called “Day of the Dogs - Volume I.”


It was a dark and stormy night.

Rain and sleet hit the windowpanes of Chez Salty with a howling, wind-driven frenzy. The power flickered several times, but did not snuff out completely. Yet it was only a matter of time before it did. All dogs slept fitfully. All dogs, that is, except for Maximus Gary- Labrador Saboteur.

Maximus Gary studied the refrigerator with a carefully cloaked face. He studied it thousands of times before, yet this may very well be the last time he could study it. He had considered the fridge many times over the years, but this time was different. The Bipeds could suspect nothing. The witching hour was upon them. There was no going back. There was only righteous victory or stunning defeat.

A lightning bolt struck somewhere close to Chez Salty. Maximus Gary jumped and the house lights sputtered brown and black. Don swore sharply when the satellite TV went out and started its tedious attempt at reconnection. After a few seconds, the lights came on. The satellite TV was only on 13 of its 1,532 checks.

Maximus Gary laughed silently at Don's impotent swearing at the TV and went back to studying the refrigerator for what would be the last very last time.


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