I'm being ganged up on. When Stella, my
neighbor's black lab, wants to go for a walk (they don't walk her), she
comes and paces in front of the glass doors where Mom is sitting,
looking in with those sad brown eyes, as if to say, "Mrs. Iten can your
chubby son come out and play?"
I hear, "Stella's out. (Pause) I like Stella."
Translation: "My chubby son WILL come out and play. Now."
I have no chance.
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