Pete showed up at James’s first.
James lives
about a quarter mile up the road. The way he tells it, he was letting Pete camp
out on his front porch until he found who Pete belonged to, but then Pete got a
hold of one of his favorite camouflage clogs, and that brought an end to the charity.
Rather than call the Pound, James ran Pete off. In the direction of my house.
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