where’s cujo?
I think it’s been days since the last time we saw (or heard, really) Cujo. The weather has been warm, and The Little Red Haired Girl and I have been doing a lot of yard work, so it has been nice to not have the barking. Still, I wonder what happened to her. The other dog next door, the 371 year-old, is still doing its arthritic thing. Poor guy, I wonder if he’s lonely without Cujo.