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Dating With Dogs
Part 1: Underwear Anxiety
“I think I heard something!”
The head of a black and white Springer/Retriever mix bounced up, her neck stretching to see around the coffee table. Her beady eyes shifted from front door to hallway to bathroom back to front door.
“Did you hear something, Leela? I know I heard something!”
Leela, the three-legged pit bull remained still on her bed in the corner of the room. Resting on her back, three legs pointing to the ceiling, a single eyelid slowly opened.
“Maude, it’s nothing. It’s always nothing. Go back to sleep.” Her eyelid slid to a close.
“You always say it’s nothing and sometimes it’s nothing but other times it’s not nothing and I’m pretty sure this time it’s not nothing so I need to be awake! It could be a robber or a murderer or a dog snatcher or a people snatcher or someone looking to steal our food!”
Leela’s eye opened again, this time accompanied with a sigh.
“Why don’t you go check? Make sure everything is okay.”
“Yes, that’s a good idea I’ll go check. I’ll protect the house and the food.”
Maude pushed herself up, her long legs fighting the smooth linoleum floor and her 12-year-old joints. She approached the front door, listened…
