Well this ain't about none of that. I know that's a double negative, but I'm doubly negative about all that junk, sorry, kinda, not.
I forgot one more dog story.
My grandparents dog.
Skippy.
1950-60-something.
Fulton, MO
THE THING for retired folks to do in Fulton, MO in those days was, to drive to town, park on Court Street, visit other retired folks who drove to town, parked on Court Street. Court Street is/was the main commercial drag in Fulton.
Same Bat time, Same Bat Channel, EVERY SINGLE DAY.
Grandma, Grandpa, oh, 7 or 8 blocks from downtown Fulton, MO.
Every day.......
They'd let Skippy out about thirty minutes before driving to Court Street.
By the time they got ready to go, drove to Court Street...
They would get there and.........
Skippy was laying in the exact same parallel parking spot on Court Street, every single day, reserving their space for them.
I kid you not.
Every. Single. Day.
Thanks Skippy, we'll Skip over all that other yucky stuff.
Happy Sunday,
Love, Victurd
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