Thursday, December 18, 2003
I'm walking down the hill to my house, on the other side of the street there is a SUV of some type that has four small dogs that appear to poodle's of different varieties in it.  The dogs catch sight of me, bark and carry on uncontrollably till I pass their field of vision, then they stop.  Once in my house I walk upstairs, go to the bathroom, brush my teeth, trying not to be as hard on the gums as my dentist intructed.  Finished I leave the house and walk back up the hill, the dogs catch sight of me again, go completely bananas until I crest the hill and their line of site.
 
 
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