Saturday, November 10, 2012
Believe me. He was not harmed.
He simply showed up at my back door late last night. Being the kind person I am, I carried him inside and put him on a pile of stuff in my little eBay dungeon. I figured I’d get his story this morning. But then, sometime around 3:30 in the morning, I heard a loud commotion – banging, screeching – Huckleberry the Wonder Pup barking – It sounded like someone was being killed. My dear spouse rolled over in bed: “Are you sure you locked the sock monkey compound?” Uh-oh.
