Breezy, breezy day t'day…kind'a day when self-pruning trees lie in wait for unwary strollers 'n the eucalyptus trees whine 'n squeak 'n carry on sumthin' turrible….da boyz can't make up their minds whether they want'a run nose to the ground or stand facing the wind with their nose in the air….Rusty, the old Poodle-Dogger is kind'a laid back about the whole thing but Young Willy can't make up his mind, must'a criss-crossed the street 20 or 30 times 'n that wuz just to the end of the street….
We got a new boy on the block as of a coupla daze ago…his topknot looks white in the pic but it's ackshully yellow…down by the firehouse, there's a red one 'n Plaza Park has got a red one, a black one with a white crown 'n hangin' out by the clubhouse is a black 'n speckled white…Sasha the world famous chicken wrangler in Ol Fair Oaks claims we have over 500 birds wand'ring 'round 'n about…
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