Here we go again. I hope my loyal followers do not mind another story about Beau, our Yellow Lab, and his misdeeds. Actually, I mind writing about more of his misdeeds because that means I experienced them, which I did, again.
On Sunday evening, Miss Sugar and I made plans to meet another couple for dinner at the local restaurant at 5:30 p.m. Note that I wrote the local restaurant. Where we live, twenty miles from town, the restaurant that is closest is at a mountain resort called Western Ridge with cabins to rent, a horse stable, pool, and (this is important) a LAKE.
We drove the pickup and brought the dogs, who were to wait in the pickup per our plan. When I say the dogs were in the pickup, I mean in the cab, not the bed of the truck from which they could jump out.
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