
“Probate had responded to his new name right away. You could say, “Come here, Max,” or, “Come here, Probate,” and he‘d do so. That f#%er would stare at me nonstop until I finally said, “You want to go to the recycling center?” I‘d say, “You want to go see Robin at the liquor store?” I‘d say, “You want to drive over to Senor El Perro Caliente and get a wiener?” He loved me, and I him.
A good dog, is what I‘m saying.”
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