The Mugger

I was looking out the back door and calling Spencer when a worried-looking opossum popped out from the arborvitae. He stared straight ahead and trotted under the garage soffit lights across our driveway. He had an odd expression on his face, like someone leaving the subway late at night and, afraid he is being followed, tries to get home quickly without looking as though he is trying to get home quickly.

The opossum WAS being followed. Hearing a bell jingling in the wind, I turned my head back toward the arborvitae and out hopped Spencer. He trotted after the opossum with a smile on his face like “Cool! Where are you going? Can I come?”

Fortunately we had no attempted mugging and Spencer is home now.

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