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Chetspeak on Sunday

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May 21st, 2017 Posted 7:57 am

I smelled burned air, the kind of burned air that meant – BOOM! And there it was: thunder. Panting sounds started up right away.

“Easy, big guy,” Bernie said.

The panting? Me? Probably had to be me. Bernie wasn’t

panting the least bit – he hardly ever did, just maybe sometimes when we were hiking in steep country – and no one else was around, except for a few dudes sitting on their front steps, one or two drinking out of paper bags. “It’s only thunder,” he said.

The thunder wasn’t what bothered me. What bothered me was that burned air smell.

“Now you’re barking? What’s with you? Put a lid on it.”

Nothing. Nothing was with me. Lid was what again? I shut myself up, or at least amped down to a low growl. There’s only so much I can do. Hey! But it’s a lot. And just like that I was in a great mood, never better. More burned air, more thunder, more lightning? I hardly even noticed.

– from THE SOUND AND THE FURRY.

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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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