Chet The Dog

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Chetspeak on Sunday

“Mistaken identity?” Bernie said.

“Can’t rule it out completely,” Stine said. “But just about, in the case of someone like you.”

“Someone like me?”

“How about I revise that to someone in your profession? Can’t help making enemies, no matter what a sweetheart you might be inside.”

At least Stine hadn’t missed that: Bernie was a sweetheart inside. But did we have enemies? I myself liked most of the perps and gangbangers we’d come across. And they liked us. Take Whispering Hex Voidman, for example, who on his very first day out on parole made a point of dropping in with some antler snacks just for me. Those antler snacks: a dream come true. And dreams coming true happens a lot in my life! I often dream about antler snacks, for example. Maybe you do, too. All of that probably fits together in a way that might come to me later. Too bad old Hex had boosted the antlers from Petco and ended up back behind bars by dinner time, but that wasn’t the point. The point was I couldn’t think of any enemies.

– from The Sound and the Fury.

Welcome Halloween dude.