The telephone rang…

The telephone hardly ever rings. When it does, chances are better than even that there’s an issue somewhere that somebody wants me to lend a hand with. Which means Uncle Joel is about to get off his ass and go somewhere. Which, finally, means…


And Tobie, my faithful wondermutt, wants me to know that he is there for me.

Which means that every time the phone rings and it isn’t a call to action, I spend the next several minutes peeling him off the walls and making amends for the disappointment.

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You shouldn't ask these questions of a paranoid recluse, you know.
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One Response to The telephone rang…

  1. Ben says:

    Dogs are basically professional students of human behavior.

To the stake with the heretic!