I walked the Levy Trail 5K this gray, cold morning in 49:09, with a three-mile split of 47:37. En route, I twice passed two lovely female dogs, one a mutt, the other a typical wolf offshoot. As I approached them the second time, near my house, they were in commune with dogs in a backyard, on the free side of a fence from which I heroically saved a big, dirty brown dog a few months ago. Just then, an overweight fifty-year-old blonde woman drove up in a white SUV. She told me the dogs had escaped from her overnight. I was pleased, of course, though I had kind of hoped they would follow me home so I could see how Joe, Jr., reacted to them.
Now to polish O.C. and drive to Russellville for another load of dead Crutch loot.
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