Maggie, the superannuated dog who normally just mopes around these days, was going nuts last night over by the Bradford pear tree. Jumping, snarling, hackles straight up. We haven’t seen behavior like this since the last time my ex sister-in-law came to dinner.
Getting up from the dinner table to investigate, I found ole Possum hiding behind the flag. Sort of a metaphorical tea partier I guess.
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