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"What's up, Searching Dog?" He turned his

  • "What's up, Searching Dog?" He turned his yellow eyes on me. I didn't know how to talk to him any more. We used to have beer and burgers on the back deck, but now
  • he is always texting somebody. That's why "Searching Dogs's" eyes are yellow. He never blinks for fear of missing the next text. Eating lunch with him is like eating alone,
  • no conversation at all, not a peep. I got sick & tired of this after a while & just one day out of the blue, I tackled Searching Dog to the floor. "STOP texting, dammit. SPEAK or
  • just bark something in morse code!" I wrestled Searching Dog's dang cell phone from his paw and threw it over my shoulder. It bounced into the bottomless canyon. Searching Dog
  • howled at the loss of his iPhone and ran off to sniff at a fresh pile of dog poo near the edge of the canyon. It must have been a message because Searching Dog replied by
  • leaving a trail of droppings in morse code. His response stretched for miles; Searching Dog was not known for brevity. Physicist Lee Smolin was gobsmacked when happened upon the
  • trail of droppings so much so that he overlooked the antiquated code, but Lemony Snicket of course deciphered it in ten seconds flat. Searching Dog had been trying to communicate
  • in morse droppings. First a long then a short, two longs & a short. Under the Jubjub tree a long & two shorts. Then Searching Dog's dropping trail stopped. Lemony Snicket deduced
  • "<KN>D" from the morse code droppings after picking up his universal translator. Lemony Snicket unfortunately didn't bring their dog translator, so after an unsuccessful day
  • She still took her characters on a trip through reality land, which was filled with landmines. It was a throwback to the former Yugoslavia being defenestrated into chaos. Amazing!

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