Where Were We?
Taxes turned out to be a big distraction. Were we in the middle of a case? Was there a dude named Kelo Printz? Some humans have complicated names. I’m Chet, pure and simple. A human name I like is Suzie Sanchez. She likes Bernie and he likes her – no doubt, I can smell it every time they’re together. Speaking of smells, when Mr. Singh patted me yesterday I caught a whiff through his skin, a whiff that told me things weren’t right inside him. That made me feel bad. I gave him a nice lick and he laughed. A great guy, Mr. Singh.
Kelo Printz. He’s a Hollywood producer. What is that? No idea. I know Hollywood actors, like Clint Eastwood, for example, one of Bernie’s favorites. “See that, Chet? He lets his walking do the talking.” Bernie thinks Clint Eastwood is a great walker. For a human, maybe, but I can’t tell you how many times I’ve seen humans suddenly topple over. More than two, let’s leave it at that.
Note from admin: Spencer Quinn at B&N tonight, Walpole MA, 7:30.
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