Last year's veterinary expedition was successful and required no further treatment. However, since the event Reggie now refers to bitterly as "The Last Hump", no one other than Harold has been able to get within a ten foot radius without Reggie raising alarm. Never out of earshot, Harold is now his dog's best and only confidant. Oh, worry not, for Reggie is in fine health, but his caramel coat is ... well, no longer caramel. And as evidenced by his catlike climbing abilities, it has become disturbingly apparent that his claws have gone too long without trimming. Harold says he doesn't mind, as long as Reggie plasters whatever he peels, but the management at Ace Hardware on William Jefferson Blvd. no longer sees the value in humouring Reggie's biscuits as currency.
Harold admitted to us last night that Sandra started seeing other men... again. More adventurous men. He senses her dwindling respect for him, a man who is not the master of his own house. x_Tech could no longer stand to watch the man season his single malt scotch with tears as he sipped it sullenly. Something had to be done.
Reggie surely isn't going to be snuck upon, but x_Tech and I voted unanimously that he's quite vulnerable to the sneak down. It now became a matter of getting Harold out of the room without suspicion...
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