Well, these dogs have joined me on the mountain, but where’s Maggie? Every dog I meet wants to be my friend, but no MR.
One whines and moans when I ask if he’s seen Maggie. One of us may have a mental issue.
He followed me to my car. He wants in my car. He just wants me for my treats.
I continue my nightly drive around neighborhoods, through the cemetery. No Maggie.
I hate going home.
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