In Lubbock, the privacy fence is a virtual institution. Most of my morning walks are, thus, dedicated to getting inside these institutions and marking their interiors with my "essence." I haven't had any luck yet. But neither have I given up on my resolve to do so.
So to the Back Yards of Lubbock, I say: You have been warned . . .
Hallie
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I just got back up north after spending a hellish month in some warm place called Florida. So what happens when I get back to my beloved Midwest? The warm air followed us and it is 70 stinkin' degrees! I can only pray this is freakish and the cold air I NEED comes back to town.
Oh, good luck on your mission to find a crack in one of those fences. If all else fails, just poop in the front yard. Monkey-people really love that.
Your Beta friend,
Cleo
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