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snickers, again
Once we’re home, I head for the couch. I’m snoozing peacefully with Rowdy
when a smell, a doozy of a smell, assaults my schnozz, which is finally back
to working order.
It’s her.
Snickers is back.
She’s been gone for a while. After the hurricane, they had to do some repairs
to Mack’s house. Not sure where Snickers has been staying, but that’s
definitely her I smell, no doubt about it.
I dive under the couch, but not before Nutwit appears at the front window.
“Oh, Bobbo!” he calls. “Someone’s looking for you!”
“I’m not home,” I yell.
“Yeah, I don’t think she’ll take no for an answer,” says Nutwit.
“Shouldn’t you be rebuilding your nest?”
“Naw. Watching you cower in fear is way more fun.”
“What’s the deal, Uncle Bob?” Rowdy asks.
“Be afraid, Rowdy,” I say. “Be very afraid.”
The door opens, and there’s Julia with Snickers by her side.
“Well, hello there, Snickers,” says Sara as she passes through the living
room. “What are you doing here?”