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August 04, 2005



Dog stories, continued

Years ago at a summer house on Long Island, I left a rack of ribs out by the Weber while I went inside the kitchen. Jet, the black lab from next door, grabbed it and went running across the meadow with the whole thing in his mouth. He was from then on known as "Jet the Gonif".

Years later, my own black lab Sadie entered the kitchen of my rich neighbor and made off with an entire rib roast that was out on a counter. I had to replace it -- and of course it was from the most expensive store in Mill Valley.


There's nothing quite like a dog that looks like a swollen tick...

That story was fabulous, but even better told in person. C and I were still laughing about it in the car.

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