Wallyreader Jessica wrote us on Thursday night to tell us that her dog was stolen–right off her front porch!
O.k., she’s not a real dog, but she’s a slightly larger than life-sized ceramic boxer who’s been sitting on my porch since 2003. Someone made off with her a few months back, but dropped her a couple blocks away, and some friends of Molly Moon brought her back to me. This afternoon, I noticed she was gone.
If you see Fifi, drop Jessica an e-mail. She may not be a Sheldon, but she’s special in her own way.
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Days away from your 40th birthday, isn’t it time to put away childish things, like ceramic boxers?
“Wherefore” means “why”, not “where.”
Perhaps that is appropriate for a ceramic boxer… On the other hand, I had a stone pig stolen from my garden, so I can hardly question someone else’s taste in ornaments, especially at such a time.
Somewhere, Fruitbat, my Shakespeare professor is shaking his fist at me.
Oh Fruitbat, more than my taste has been questioned.
Thanks for posting! We’ve temporarily replaced her with an old stereo cabinet and a rickety cart. Much less charm.