Wednesday, July 11, 2007


Despite a flat tire en route to class that coupled with a forgotten cellular phone to create a most exhausting evening, a small spot of good fortune did prevail. One of the other attendants had a Weimaraner who just completed his championship, a most joyous occasion. This prompted her to bring dog biscuits and dog cake in celebration, which was shared amongst the class. Of course, realizing that this was a most fortuitous solution to my dilemma, I preserved the slice of cake for Arthur's festivities for the benefit of the few readers not already scared off by my wordsmithery. By the end of the long evening, the morsel, like my composure, was a little worse for wear, but gallant Arthur did not seem to mind.


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