I was at the Truman Lake Missouri Crappie Camp. It was Saturday night and we just got done pigging out at the fish fry. I was stuffed, and I was walking back from the bathrooms right at dusk. It was dark, and I saw two little girls walking what looked like a Boston Terrier. Hey I thought, I love Boston Terriers. In fact, my Boston Abby was here at camp. I had asked my buddy Tom to watch her while I went to the bathroom. So as I passed by the girls, I bend over to pet the cute little Boston Terrier, and to my surprise, it was Abbey. What the heck!
I tell the girls that it's my dog, it really really is, and they won't have any of it. They start explaining they are walking the dog for this guy named Tom,
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