After dinner Fleegle goes into the backyard and barks at the night. I call him inside. “What was that about?”

“Buck, the dog across the street, wanted to know who was out in their yard tonight.”

“Did they block the hole he dug under his fence yet?” I ask.

“Yeah, but that won’t stop him. He’s digging another.”

“I’m afraid to ask, but why haven’t you dug a hole under your fence?”

“Who says I haven’t? The hole under the fence is every dog’s right of passage.”

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