It is one of those 'what would I do if it were me,' moments. Impossible to know. I tend to think that there was really no way to win against Simpson, short of shooting him. He was everywhere at once, like a boa constrictor. He was a true psychopath.
You met the Newfie. He got slobber and dog hair all over Edrington's coat. :) I have REALLY got to figure out a way to file down the more blatant LKU bits from Love Continuance before I submit it more places.
When I put him in the Christmas story, he couldn't understand that the snowball fight was NOT a huge game of Fetch, and he so desperately wanted to help with all the silver paper wrapplngs!
The story that's going up on Sunday over at Speak Its Name has neither the puppy nor his proud parents, though he'd have been six months old at the time. It does have the consolation of peg-dolls, and baked apples.
*returns to happy thoughts of Horatio and Archie curled up safe by their fire with a Newfie at their feet*
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Blech-- enough about him. Newfie dogs, you say?
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The story that's going up on Sunday over at Speak Its Name has neither the puppy nor his proud parents, though he'd have been six months old at the time. It does have the consolation of peg-dolls, and baked apples.
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