|Binro the Heretic |
When I was little, one of our neighbors had a basset named Fletcher. He was one of those goofy friendly dogs who loved everyone, especially kids.
I can remember his bark. It was an enormous loud boom you could hear three blocks over. You could always tell when anyone entered their yard.
When we moved, I missed Fletcher as much as I missed the kids I played with. I really missed hearing that bark. I've always kind of wanted a basset because of Fletcher, but I'm worried about the state of purebred animals today.
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