Film Curating
Hey! Iggy could really run! It had been so long since he’d been free that I’d forgotten. The little guy could scoot.
“Stop him, for God’s sake,” Kelo Printz shouted.
I took off. Was it to stop Iggy? Not so sure about that. He scampered down Mesquite Road, trailing all that coiling film. I charged after him. He darted through someone’s yard, into the back, and whoa! What was this? A little path leading into the canyon? How come I didn’t know about this? We ran into the canyon, down a gully, up onto a ridge, dust rising, side by side, me nipping at the film from time to time – how come Iggy got to have it? – and tiny scraps of it tearing off and blowing away. Were we having fun or what?
Tags: canyon, chet, film, Iggy, Mesquite Rd.
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3:56 am on October 13th, 2009
Uh-oh! Sounds like evidence falling by the wayside on the canyon run. But at least Chet is having fun with his pal Iggy!
4:54 am on October 13th, 2009
Laughing out loud at work!
Yippee! run, you guys, run!
5:38 am on October 13th, 2009
Excellent! This is how cases get solved!
4:46 pm on October 13th, 2009
Ha, ha. I knew it! They will come home panting, happy and ready to eat and sleep. I hope Bernie takes Suzie and the dogs out for ribs. They all deserve them.