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- to-do list: pick up bread, milk, norfolk terrier
- correction
- dos chinese cresteds
- sweaterless chinese crested
- frank (left) and sammy
- nose del sammy
- frank, tolerating the indignity of the snootloop
- Jenkins, on a cold night in Park Slope
- congratulations, uno!
- somebody uno might like to meet
- teddy (left) and sneakers have mighty cute parkas
- still, they are not so thrilled about the weather
- this is benny
- benny has an itch
- oof I'm itchy too
- molly the toy poodle
- molly's Seussian doppelganger
- the golden rule, Union Square dog run version
- little itty-bitty shiba inu puppy
- no pets. so sad.
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had a valet named jenkins once. sporting chap. always made sure my guardian and times were ironed and placed in the pocket of my dressing gown. caught him once ironing his own racing form and bob's your uncle, he gave me good tip or two. made £100 once on a fiver-bet but then lost it all on a game of snooker with freddie ainsforth-hill. had a horrid stammer, though, jenkins had. after he couldn't get through the word "shropshire" when speaking of my summer fortnight arrangements I had to let him go. fine chap, never made a fuss, just doffed his cap and whistled as he left. curious, ever since that day i haven't the foggiest what happened to my sapphire cuff links. must have mislaid them somewhere. perhaps at lord chomondelay's guy fawkes houseparty. drafty spread, that chomondelay house, but a hot water bottle and good strong whiskey or two takes the nip out of the air. as does that pretty parlourmaid of his, kitty.
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