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Then on New Year's Day I got my chance. Mom was upstairs brushing her
teeth and had left the garage door unlocked. I went into the garage,
got the ham bone and took it outside where I could chew leisurely. Quinton
kept Mom company. She got busy writing and did not come looking for me
for quite a while.
Mom finally felt uncomfortable that I was not in sight. I am usually
lying at her feet. She came outside and found me. First she asked me
for the bone and I gave it to her. Then she just shook her head, returned
to bone to my mouth and went inside. The bone tasted even better after
that. I even let Quinton chew on it a while. Quinton's basically a good
guy, even if he isn't very smart. Perhaps that's why he gets bossy: to
make up for not being clever.
I continue to keep my eyes open and test the barriers. You just never
know when some door will open up and bring joy to your life.
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