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Get Well Soon, Lilly!

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April 21st, 2017 Posted 8:25 am

http://www.palmbeachpost.com/news/alligators-aggressive-this-season-second-local-dog-attacked/gflbEhl80bXxsLEN9Ap5BN/

(And for more on gators and the nation within, there’s always THE SOUND AND THE FURRY.)

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Chetspeak on Sunday

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April 9th, 2017 Posted 8:49 am

“Innermost sanctum,” Mitch said. “Ex-CIA types, even a few ex-KGB according to rumor.”

“My knees are shaking.”

I checked Bernie’s knees. He was in his boxers so I could take a good close look. They weren’t moving in the slightest! What was that all about? My gaze wandered to the wound on one of his legs. Poor Bernie! He got that wound in the war and sometimes – only when he was at his very tiredest – it made him limp, but not a lot, hardly even noticeable.

“Chet? What are you – “

All of a sudden Bernie was looking down at me and I was … giving that wound a quick lick? Had he brought up something along these lines before? Quite possibly. But I only wanted to make it better. And the next moment, I saw in his eyes that he knew that, too. He gave me a pat. We were square, on the up and up, cool with each other to the max.

– from THE SOUND AND THE FURRY.

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Chetspeak on Sunday

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March 26th, 2017 Posted 8:14 am

“Innermost sanctum,” Mitch said. “Ex-CIA types, even a few ex-KGB according to rumor.”

“My knees are shaking.”

I checked Bernie’s knees. He was in his boxers so I could take a good close look. They weren’t moving in the slightest! What was that all about? My gaze wandered to the wound on one of his legs. Poor Bernie! He got that wound in the war and sometimes – only when he was at his very tiredest – it made him limp, but not a lot, hardly even noticeable.

“Chet? What are you – “

All of a sudden Bernie was looking down at me and I was … giving that wound a quick lick? Had he brought up something along these lines before? Quite possibly. But I only wanted to make it better. And the next moment, I saw in his eyes that he knew that, too. He gave me a pat. We were square, on the up and up, cool with each other to the max.

– from THE SOUND AND THE FURRY.

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Chetspeak on Sunday

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March 19th, 2017 Posted 9:13 am

Bernie reached out again and … oh, no: gave Napoleon a pat? All that did was make Napoleon growl. A pleasant development, and just in time to stop me from pushing in between. And then Napoleon made an up-from-under head twisting motion and I realized he wanted … more.

“Ooomph,” said Bernie. “Easy there, big guy. Sit down for a minute.”

I sat down, if sitting down could include butt not actually in contact with ground. As for how much time a minute was, my impression had always been hardly any at all.

“Chet! We’re working here.”

This was work? The case had something to do with Bernie patting Napoleon? I wasn’t seeing that, not the least little bit. But it was the kind of thing Bernie would know. I sat back down, my butt practically grazing the ground.

– from THE SOUND AND THE FURRY.

RIP: Chuck Berry

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