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A Dismally Dank Debarkation

It was heaven. Scores of blissful, dreamlike days, each more scintillating than the last. I am never quite myself but for when I am with Moose: my one love, my soul-mate, my Everything. And it was heaven: we were together for what could have been an eternity of days, but in the end was all too fleeting a time. Long, aimless romps in the yard; a hearty roll in the snow (snow!); sweet evenings on the rug in front of a crackling fire. It was such bliss, I scarcely noted the brute Pepper's presence at all. True, my heart did, de temps en temps, yank taut with jealousy when I would see Moose, my love, turn away from me and love Pepper instead. But he's always been a free soul, hard to tame, and lord knows I may never have the capacity to fully satiate his appetites.

But I digress, and in rather an unmeet manner at that. As I said, it was heaven. And then it was over. Now we are back in the small place, with the wet yard, and no sight of my Moose anywhere. Just that birdbrain Pepper, bouncing and slavering about like a gomeral, trying to steal my bones in the manner of --

OKAY okay okay oh gosh okay! Dan is telling me to cut it short and just let you know he's got new pictures online from some place called Noo Yorrick, and those are here. Fare thee well.