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August 27th
By
George Shirk - Times Senior Writer
Fido locked me out of the house. In the process, he locked himself in.
“Get me out of here!” he whimpered from behind the door.
“I’m trying, you big lug, but the deadbolt seems to have been tripped.”
“What’s a deadbolt?”
“A deadbolt, Fido, is the one lock on the door that I don’t have a key for! I’ve never even used the deadbolt and don’t even have a key for it. How the heck did the deadbolt get tripped?”
I tried to put the sequence together and that took a little time.
“Fido, was anyone in the house when I was gone?”
“I have to pee.”
“I know, I know. Me too!”
August 6th
By
George Shirk - Times Senior Writer
“I’d like to have a Happy Hour.”
Fido’s funny like that. He comes up with things that are so out of the blue that I hardly know what to think.
“It sure sounds like fun,” he said. “I just don’t know what it is. Let’s have one.”
“We can have as many as we want,” says I. “What’s your idea?”
“Idea? I’m a dog. I don’t have ideas. I have instincts.”
“Tell you what. After work, we’ll have a Happy Hour.”
“Hey hey hey hey!”
