Picnic
We’re going on a picnic today – me, Bernie, Suzie. Bernie has this real old picnic hamper. When that comes out of the closet, I know right away – picnic! I love picnics. Has Suzie come up yet? She’s a reporter. It all started with a story she wrote about me and Bernie. She said he had a shambling walk. That got them off to a rocky start. But who cares? Right now we’re almost packed. We were packed, I think, already, but then the whole hamper got knocked over and everything spilled out. Sometimes my tail just goes crazy. Nothing I can do about it.
See you later, alligator! And once, on a case, we happened on a real gator this drug dealer kept as a pet. I’ll go into that next time, or the next or the next. Bye.
Tags: gator, picnic, Spencer Quinn
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2:38 pm on March 8th, 2009
So Chet…what is your position regarding puppies having their tails docked?
My first dog had her tail docked as a puppy before I got her. All my dogs since then have had tails and I put up with the consequences. I must admit that docked tails are cute and practical (from a human perspective).
10:33 am on March 9th, 2009
And ear-cropping!
That’s horrible to contemplate.
2:31 am on March 10th, 2009
Chet?
Chet??
Did you eat too many burgers at the picnic?
Or did you find yourself running off into the desert after javelinas?
5:41 am on March 10th, 2009
I wonder what happened at the vet's.
3:53 pm on March 10th, 2009
leave those ears alone!
4:33 pm on March 10th, 2009
What happened at the vet’s?
1:02 am on January 6th, 2011
I love picnics. I’m a picnic freak. I appreciate the blog post about picnics.