Tag: muddy pigs
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The Man at the Gate
The man was well dressed and nervous. He was standing on my lawn blocked by barking dogs as I stepped out onto the verandah. “Alright if I give treats to your dogs?” He called out with his back to the shiny late model city slick car. ‘Down’ I signalled and both dogs dropped like stones…
Cecilia Mary Gunther
The Kitchen's Garden 