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Someone Like You I'm Your Man

He's The One It Had To Be You

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Best Gay Love Stories: New York City Best Gay Love Stories 2005

Three Fortunes In One Cookie The Deal

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in the backyard


I have this routine now; River hangs out with me in my apartment until I go to bed around 5 AM, which is when he hangs out in the backyard for two hours, until Becky's husband wakes up at 7 AM. He has fun exploring and I figure the early morning hours are best for him to be outside since it's the coolest time of day.

Anyway, last night/this morning, I let him out and then got watching a program on the History channel about Oppenheimer and the making of the atomic bomb. In the middle of it, I heard barking and thought, Maybe he wants to come back inside. I looked out the window and saw him barking at Becky's back door. (Hmm, that sounds dirty.) At first I was jealous, wondering why he wanted to be in Becky's house, and not mine. Then I figured he wanted to play with Margot and Guinness, and maybe he was wondering why nobody else was awake. I watched some more, and realized he was barking at the Russian Olive bush next to the back door.

Oh, crap, I thought. He must've found a rat, or something.

I went out to make sure he was okay, that he wasn't about to get attacked by a rabid rodent, and found him hovering over a little bitty 'possum. The opossum was curled on itself and hissing at River, as if to say, "Back off, bitch! Mind your business!" So I crated River and then tried to figure out why the opossum was just sitting there, and not running for cover. Did he fall from a tree, or the power line between Becky's house and mine? Was he hurt? Did he eat a flower from the nasty oleander, now dying a slow poisonous death? I hovered over him for about a half hour, trying to assess the situation. I didn't see any blood, no obvious injuries. I gently prodded him with a broom handle and he just glared at me with a "Hey now, why are you doing that?" expression.

Finally, he looked around, tipped his hat and waddled off into the Russian Olive bush, none the worse for wear. I was left standing there, wondering what the hell that was all about. Now I'm convinced that there's a family of opossum living in Becky's attic. It's like a frickin' Disney movie around here.

I let River out of his crate, and he ran around the Russian Olive bush, trying to find the opossum. In between revolutions, he peed five times on the spot where the opossum had been. Then he licked my hand, thanking me for saving us all from the opossum, and trotted off to the front yard to poop.

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