People around here probably don’t realize how much I notice. Everyone in this place seems to go in the same spot. Whenever they walk through that door, I swear they’re never coming out. I smell hot dogs. I usually look for someplace unique. Like Luke’s desk. But he gets all angry. Where’s my bone? I’d prefer the carpet. Mom gets mad, it becomes a huge thing and I end up a bad dog. The courtyard works. A lot of stuff to dig out there. And a few spots under the Chinese Chestnut. Have you smelled the tree in May? I hear it runs most people out of the courtyard. Makes me think of kitty litter. I can’t wait.
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The year was 1909. The US Army bought the first military aircraft from the Wright Brothers, Sigmund Freud lectured in NYC, and the Manhattan Bridge
May 30, 2023
