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Me and Iggy


March 20th, 2009 Posted 7:08 am

Iggy’s jumping up and down in his window right now! I can see him. He’s also doing his yip-yip-yip thing. He wants out. Iggy’s my best pal. He lives next door with Mr. and Mrs. Parsons, this old couple. Bernie says they’re not in good shape. Iggy and I used to roam through the canyon together but then the electric fence salesman came and sold one to Mr. and Mrs. Parsons. Iggy never got used to it and now I never see him, except in the window. The electric fence guy tried to sell us one, too. Bernie took that collar in his hand and walked right through the zapper. Then he just turned to the electric fence guy and shook his head. Bernie’s the best, in case I haven’t made that clear. 

But I miss Iggy. Did you know he’s great at digging? Once he dug up this old Indian blanket. The teacher who came from the college to look at it said it would have been worth big money if it hadn’t gotten so chewed up. That might have happened from me and Iggy playing tug of war with it, can’t quite remember. Did we have fun or what?


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