Saturday, November 19, 2005
Richard (ein Freund Deutsches Klubs) and I spent two hours of the late afternoon walking mutts at an animal shelter for Gamma Beta Phi. The buildings (trailers) smell of dog mixed with cat mixed with dog urine mixed with cat urine and need serious refurbishment and renovation. Most animals (all dogs and cats) remain penned outside. The dogs are yappy. Rusted farm equipment, buckets, pet toys, bottles, trash, et cetera litter the entire lot.
Half an hour into this tortuous shift, Richard spied the pet cemetary, to which we vanished for the next half hour. Therein we made a horrific discovery, for upon reading each tombstone (some grander than some erected for humans, to note), we noted that nearly twenty or more pets with the last name "Ogden" had perished within the past three years. The murders began in November 2002, with the peak occurring during the months of January and February 2004 (five burials). Sunkist, Puddle-Wuddles, Jemima, Lily, Bud... none of them had a chance, and they remain all unavenged. We ought to inform the whole town.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 5:30 PM]