Before we had neighborhood dogs. They roamed around and made each other pregnant. That's where puppies came from.
We had a dog named Chuck. My parents never spayed him and so he had an adventurous life.
Recently I went by the old house and noted it was now fixed up. Apparently the owner murdered his wife and went away for a long while. Now he either returned and worked on it or it was sold and rehabbed.
I wandered down to the old play area and heard barking. The path down to the old woods led to long fenced in yards where there had been woods before. It was odd.
Slowly from two yards three dogs came out. They were carbon copies of each other.
They were also carbon copies of Chuck.
In this crevice, the old days live on.
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