My tinnitus sounds like a pond full of spring peepers. My grandfather said that his sounded like his head was in a barrel along with an old-fashioned radio playing the static in between channels. I prefer mine,
Ann Landers (or was it Dear Abby?) once answered a reader’s question by stating that neighbors should be treated as invisible, no matter what they do or don’t wear, when they are on their doorstep.
My sister lives on a rural road. They had to put their basset hound down three weeks ago. Last week, they found a miserable mutt wrapped in a cold wet blanket in the roadside ditch by their house. I hope that there is a special place reserved for people who abandon their dogs.
This is his first appearance. Spoiler alert: His costume has a stuck zipper.