The Mercy Blog 2: Mean Man and Me
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I noticed without much fanfare or to-do, this morning, that our neighbor had a rental truck slap up against his front door. Coming down the road, from class, I saw the bed, the table, and various other accoutrement loaded inside. I took this to mean he was moving. I was...I must say...ok with that. He wasn't the easiest man to like. An attempt had been made, earlier in the year, to befriend him, mainly because he had the most adorable roommate: a Bassest hound. And one afternoon, I was in the backyard with Max, the dog I live with. He's a large white German Shepherd,...
I called her Margaret Alice and her awkward daughter Michelle.
Sometimes, I dog sit. It's just for a precious handful of close friends, as I've never been one to necessarily want the responsibility of caring for living things. Especially those that drool (which includes not only dogs, but also babies, and some elderly people).
I love better at an arm's length.
This morning, though, I was tending to K.P.'s dogs, she was away on business, and it's really a very simple set-up. I've done it several...
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