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How many people have a best friend who wags his tail?
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Everyone has an on-line diary these days, so I thought I'd start one too. The entries are in chronological order, with the earliest one first. I hope you enjoy them.
Cindy Asks a Boy Out on a Date
Cindy and I Both Go to the Drug Store
Pete had to go away on a very important business trip to Des Moines, Iowa, so he asked his brother Paul to watch over his house while he was gone. Pete called Paul that night from his Motel 6. "Is everything all right with my house, Paul?" he asked. "Your house is fine," Paul replied. "How's my cat doing?" Pete asked. "Your cat's dead," Paul replied. "My cat's dead? That's a terrible way to tell me that news," Pete said. "You should have prepared me for it. You should have said, the first night I called, 'Your cat's on the roof, and we can't get it down.' Then the second night, you could say, 'I called the fire department, but their ladder's too short.' Then, finally, the third night, you could say something like, 'The fire department tried to rescue your cat, but she died in the process.' At least then I'd be prepared." "I'm sorry," Paul said. "I didn't think of that at the time, but it makes sense." "So how's mom doing?" Pete asked. "Mom's on the roof, and we can't get her down," Paul answered.